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.

Neither do men put new wine into old bottles.

Neither do men put new wine into old bottles.

Castles are Forrests of stones.

Castles are Forrests of stones.

Hee will spend a whole yeares rent at one meales meate.

Hee will spend a whole yeares rent at one meales meate.

Take the goods the gods provide thee.

Take the goods the gods provide thee.

He that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that, which not enriches him,
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He that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that, which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.

All that shakes falles not.

All that shakes falles not.

Good words quench more then a bucket of water.

Good words quench more then a bucket of water.

They succeed, because they think they can.

They succeed, because they think they can.