A name, it has more than nominal worth,
And belongs to good or bad luck at birth.

A name, it has more than nominal worth,
And belongs to good or bad luck at birth.

It's no sure rule to fish with a cros-bow.

It's no sure rule to fish with a cros-bow.

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.

There are many waies to fame.

There are many waies to fame.

What is got over the devil's back is spent under his belly.

What is got over the devil's back is spent under his belly.

By the wicked the good conduct of others is always dreaded.

By the wicked the good conduct of others is always dreaded.

Modesty once lost, never returns into favour.

Modesty once lost, never returns into favour.

The peasant thanked her with their tears,
When food and clothes were given;
"This is a joy," read more

The peasant thanked her with their tears,
When food and clothes were given;
"This is a joy," the lady said,
"Saints cannot taste in heaven."

He who assists the wicked will in time rue it.

He who assists the wicked will in time rue it.