A drunkards purse is a bottle.

A drunkards purse is a bottle.

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.

To review ones store is to mow twice.

To review ones store is to mow twice.

A novice always behaves with propriety.

A novice always behaves with propriety.

Nothing is so difficult but that man will accomplish it.

Nothing is so difficult but that man will accomplish it.

The fatt man knoweth not, what the leane thinketh.

The fatt man knoweth not, what the leane thinketh.

Anothers bread costs deare.

Anothers bread costs deare.

We frolic while 'tis May.

We frolic while 'tis May.

You tell a tale to a dead man.

You tell a tale to a dead man.