Thou will scare be a man before thy mother.

Thou will scare be a man before thy mother.

Fighting without concert, they suffer universal defeat.

Fighting without concert, they suffer universal defeat.

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.

No hair so small but hath his shadow.

No hair so small but hath his shadow.

Great things rush to the destruction of each other.

Great things rush to the destruction of each other.

That is never too often repeated which is never sufficiently
learnt.

That is never too often repeated which is never sufficiently
learnt.

Every one is witty for his owne purpose.

Every one is witty for his owne purpose.

When yet was ever found a mother
Who'd give her booby for another?

When yet was ever found a mother
Who'd give her booby for another?

What you don't know can't hurt you.

What you don't know can't hurt you.