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.

A good Judge conceives quickly, judges slowly.

A good Judge conceives quickly, judges slowly.

We should all endure our own grievances rather than detract from
the comforts of others.

We should all endure our own grievances rather than detract from
the comforts of others.

To have the same likes and dislikes, therein consists the firmest
bond of friendship.

To have the same likes and dislikes, therein consists the firmest
bond of friendship.

Beauty is but a flower,
Which wrinkles will devour.

Beauty is but a flower,
Which wrinkles will devour.

A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is born for
adversity.

A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is born for
adversity.

When it thunders, the theefe becomes honest.

When it thunders, the theefe becomes honest.

Hee that labours and thrives spins gold.

Hee that labours and thrives spins gold.

The eyes have one language every where.

The eyes have one language every where.