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.

The same dish cooked over and over again wears out the irksome
life of the teacher.

The same dish cooked over and over again wears out the irksome
life of the teacher.

Let him who has once perceived how much that, which has been
discarded, excels that which he has longed read more

Let him who has once perceived how much that, which has been
discarded, excels that which he has longed for, return at once,
and seek again that which he despised.

Consider what each soil will bear, and what each refuses.

Consider what each soil will bear, and what each refuses.

That delay is our surest protection which enables us to
deliberate on the merits of our intentions.

That delay is our surest protection which enables us to
deliberate on the merits of our intentions.

That fair face will as years roll on lose its beauty, and old age
will bring its wrinkles to read more

That fair face will as years roll on lose its beauty, and old age
will bring its wrinkles to the brow.

The remedy is worse than the disease.

The remedy is worse than the disease.

Unless your works lead to profit, vain is your glory in them.

Unless your works lead to profit, vain is your glory in them.

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
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Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
But where unbruised youth with unstuffed brain
Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.