I gave the mouse a hole, and she is become my heire.

I gave the mouse a hole, and she is become my heire.

Springes to catch woodcocks.

Springes to catch woodcocks.

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.

And there stalks Discord delighted with her torn mantle.

And there stalks Discord delighted with her torn mantle.

The good mother sayes not, Will you? but gives.

The good mother sayes not, Will you? but gives.

Breed up a crow and he'll pick out your eyes.

Breed up a crow and he'll pick out your eyes.

In man's most dark extremity
Oft succor dawns from Heaven.

In man's most dark extremity
Oft succor dawns from Heaven.

Who gives to all, denies all.

Who gives to all, denies all.

In strife who inquires whether stratagem or courage was used?

In strife who inquires whether stratagem or courage was used?