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.

Let not your expenditure exceed your income.

Let not your expenditure exceed your income.

Who friendship with a knave hath made,
Is judg'd a partner in the trade.

Who friendship with a knave hath made,
Is judg'd a partner in the trade.

Hee that stumbles and falles not, mends his pace.

Hee that stumbles and falles not, mends his pace.

In doing nothing men learn to do evil.

In doing nothing men learn to do evil.

Foes, friends, men, women, now are nought to me
But dreams of what has been, no more to be.

Foes, friends, men, women, now are nought to me
But dreams of what has been, no more to be.

Giving much to the poore, doth inrich a mans store.

Giving much to the poore, doth inrich a mans store.

Pry not into the affairs of others, and keep secret that which
has been entrusted to you, though sorely read more

Pry not into the affairs of others, and keep secret that which
has been entrusted to you, though sorely tempted by wine and
passion.

He who wishes to injure another, will soon find a pretext.

He who wishes to injure another, will soon find a pretext.