Children when they are little make parents fooles, when they are
great they make them mad.

Children when they are little make parents fooles, when they are
great they make them mad.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions: first, her father slain;
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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.

The ill that comes out of our mouth falles into our bosome.

The ill that comes out of our mouth falles into our bosome.

There is nothing more revolting than an old busybody.

There is nothing more revolting than an old busybody.

I had rather ride on an asse that carries me, then a horse that
throwes me.

I had rather ride on an asse that carries me, then a horse that
throwes me.

She loved me for the dangers I had passed,
And I loved her for having pitied them.

She loved me for the dangers I had passed,
And I loved her for having pitied them.

There is a remedy for every thing, could men find it.

There is a remedy for every thing, could men find it.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.

There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs.

There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs.