Hee that hath patience hath fatt thrushes for a farthing.

Hee that hath patience hath fatt thrushes for a farthing.

Who overcomes
By force, hath overcome but half his foe.

Who overcomes
By force, hath overcome but half his foe.

Yet gold all is not that doth golden seem.

Yet gold all is not that doth golden seem.

God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.

God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.

It's not good fishing before the net.

It's not good fishing before the net.

Revenge and wrong bring forth their kind;
The foul cubs like their parents are.

Revenge and wrong bring forth their kind;
The foul cubs like their parents are.

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.

This formal fool, your man, speaks naught but proverbs,
And speak men what they can to him he'll answer
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This formal fool, your man, speaks naught but proverbs,
And speak men what they can to him he'll answer
With some rhyme, rotten sentence, or old saying,
Such spokes as ye ancient of ye parish use.

'Tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve,
For daws to peck read more

'Tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve,
For daws to peck at.