Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death the memory be green.
Wishers were ever fools.
Alas, our frailty is the cause , not we! For, such as we are made of, such we be.
Things are often spoke and seldom meant.
God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!
What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused.