Too oft before their buttons be disclosed;
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
Contagious blastments are most imminent.
(Hamlet.)
Hamlet soliloquizes:
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seems to me all the uses of this world.
Fie on't, O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden
That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely.