Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
For villany is not without such rheum.

Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
For villany is not without such rheum.

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.

In the mouth of a bad dog fals often a good bone.

In the mouth of a bad dog fals often a good bone.

A bad reader soon puts to flight both wise men and fools.

A bad reader soon puts to flight both wise men and fools.

Passion and shame torment him, and rage is mingled with his
grief.

Passion and shame torment him, and rage is mingled with his
grief.

Hee that strikes with his tongue, must ward with his head.

Hee that strikes with his tongue, must ward with his head.

He lives unsafely, that lookes too neere on things.

He lives unsafely, that lookes too neere on things.

By doing nothing we learne to do ill.

By doing nothing we learne to do ill.

Thou marvell'st at my words, but hold thee still;
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.

Thou marvell'st at my words, but hold thee still;
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.