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.

O doul on the day that gae me an old man.

O doul on the day that gae me an old man.

I fear the Greeks, even when they bring gifts.
[Lat., Timeo Danaos et dona ferentes.]

I fear the Greeks, even when they bring gifts.
[Lat., Timeo Danaos et dona ferentes.]

He will not carry his wealth to the waters of Acheron.

He will not carry his wealth to the waters of Acheron.

Make hast to an ill way that you may get out of it.

Make hast to an ill way that you may get out of it.

Better be a foole then a knave.

Better be a foole then a knave.

Every cock fights best on his own dunghill.

Every cock fights best on his own dunghill.

He who would eat the kernel, must crack the shell.
[Lat., Qui e nuce nucleum esse vult, frangat nucem.]

He who would eat the kernel, must crack the shell.
[Lat., Qui e nuce nucleum esse vult, frangat nucem.]

As shines the moon in clouded skies,
She in her poor attire was seen.

As shines the moon in clouded skies,
She in her poor attire was seen.