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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.
It's a dangerous fire begins in the bed-straw.
It's a dangerous fire begins in the bed-straw.
Dry bread at home is better then rost meate abroad.
Dry bread at home is better then rost meate abroad.
My high-blown pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me
Weary and old with read more
My high-blown pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me
Weary and old with service.
He that marries late, marries ill.
He that marries late, marries ill.
Whose wit in the combat as gentle as bright
Ne'er carried a heartstain away on its blade.
Whose wit in the combat as gentle as bright
Ne'er carried a heartstain away on its blade.
No man will revel long in the indulgence of crime.
No man will revel long in the indulgence of crime.
Dreading that climax of all earthly ills,
The inflammation of his weekly bills.
Dreading that climax of all earthly ills,
The inflammation of his weekly bills.
