When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions: first, her father slain;
Next, your read more

When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions: first, her father slain;
Next, your son gone, and he most violent author
Of his own just remove; the people muddied,
Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers
For good Polonius' death, and we have done but greenly
In hugger-mugger to inter him; poor Ophelia
Divided from herself and her fair judgment,
Without the which we are pictures or mere beasts;
Last, and as much containing as all these,
Her brother is in secret come from France,
Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds,
And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
With pestilent speeches of his father's death,
Wherein necessity, of matter beggared,
Will nothing stick our person to arraign
In ear and ear.

If that you have a former friend for foe.

If that you have a former friend for foe.

Frenzy, Heresie, and Jealovsie, seldome cured.

Frenzy, Heresie, and Jealovsie, seldome cured.

Slowly and imperceptibly old age comes creeping on.

Slowly and imperceptibly old age comes creeping on.

Enjoy in happiness the pleasures which each hour brings with it.

Enjoy in happiness the pleasures which each hour brings with it.

Let an ill man lie in thy straw, and he looks to be thy heire.

Let an ill man lie in thy straw, and he looks to be thy heire.

Circumstances alter cases.

Circumstances alter cases.

Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,
To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise.

Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,
To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise.

The tempest threatens before it comes; houses creak before they
fall.

The tempest threatens before it comes; houses creak before they
fall.