Trust not your daughter's minds By what you see them act.
For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.
Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.
Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.