He that will enter into Paradise, must have a good key.

He that will enter into Paradise, must have a good key.

Better a near neighbour than a distant cousin.

Better a near neighbour than a distant cousin.

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.

I have been a soldier,
Till the helm hath worn those aged temples bare.

I have been a soldier,
Till the helm hath worn those aged temples bare.

The cholerick man never wants woe.

The cholerick man never wants woe.

He will be beloved when he is no more.

He will be beloved when he is no more.

To be precocious
Was in her eyes a thing the most atrocious.

To be precocious
Was in her eyes a thing the most atrocious.

Few love to hear the sins they love to act.

Few love to hear the sins they love to act.

The sun sets without thy assistance.

The sun sets without thy assistance.