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.

Old Camels carry young Camels skins to the Market.

Old Camels carry young Camels skins to the Market.

A Daniel still say I, a second Daniel!
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.

A Daniel still say I, a second Daniel!
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.

Flies are busiest about leane horses.

Flies are busiest about leane horses.

Regarding nothing as done, while ought remained to be done.

Regarding nothing as done, while ought remained to be done.

Things at the worst will cease, or e'en climb upward
To what they were before.

Things at the worst will cease, or e'en climb upward
To what they were before.

Let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung.

Let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung.

We must recoile a little, to the end we may leap the better.

We must recoile a little, to the end we may leap the better.

O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows read more

O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away!