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A hand may first, and then a lip be kiss'd.
A hand may first, and then a lip be kiss'd.
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.
No endeavour is in vain;
Its reward is in the doing.
No endeavour is in vain;
Its reward is in the doing.
The house is a fine house, when good folks are within.
The house is a fine house, when good folks are within.
A man of refined taste and judgment.
A man of refined taste and judgment.
Fire is next akin to smoke.
Fire is next akin to smoke.
An envious man grows lean at another's fatness.
An envious man grows lean at another's fatness.
He is the least in want who is the least covetous.
He is the least in want who is the least covetous.
One faire day in winter makes not birds merrie.
One faire day in winter makes not birds merrie.
