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.

I am not what I once was.
[Lat., Non sum qualis eram.]

I am not what I once was.
[Lat., Non sum qualis eram.]

Where none admire, 'tis useless to excel;
Where none are beaux, 'tis vain to be a belle.

Where none admire, 'tis useless to excel;
Where none are beaux, 'tis vain to be a belle.

On with the dance, let joy be unconfined.

On with the dance, let joy be unconfined.

A jade eates as much as a good horse.

A jade eates as much as a good horse.

And there is a worm in the lonely wood,
That pierces the liver and blackens the blood,
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And there is a worm in the lonely wood,
That pierces the liver and blackens the blood,
And makes it a sorrow to be.

The price never stood in the way of her inclination.

The price never stood in the way of her inclination.

An Asse endures his burden, but not more then his burden.

An Asse endures his burden, but not more then his burden.

The desire accomplished is sweet to the soul.

The desire accomplished is sweet to the soul.