Mono

Laertes, you're still here! For disgrace, for shame, for shame, for shame, for shame, for shame,
for shame,
The wind is sitting in the shoulder of your sail, and you're being kept at bay. There's my blessing
for you!
And keep these few commandments in your mind.
Take a look at your persona. Give no voice to your thoughts, and don't act on any
unproportioned notion.
Be familiar, but not in a vulgar way.
Those friends you have, and their adoption has been attempted,
Do not tire thy palm with entertainment of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade;
instead, grapple them to thy soul with steel hoops.
Be wary about entering a quarrel, but once inside, keep in mind that the opposing party may be
wary of you.
Give everyone your ear, but only a few your voice;
Take each person's criticism, but keep your judgment to yourself.
Thy habit is as expensive as thy purse will allow, but it is not extravagant; rich, but not
ostentatious;
For the man is often shown by his attire, and those of the highest rank and station in France are
of a most select and generous chief in that.
Be neither a borrower nor a lender; because a loan frequently loses both itself and a friend, and
a loan dulls the edge of husbandry.
Above all, be honest to thyself; for it must follow, as the night follows the day, that thou cannot
be unfaithful to anyone else.
Farewell: my blessing season this in thee!