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How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Makes ill deeds done.
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Makes ill deeds done.
And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far read more
And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far across the hills they went,
In that new world that is the old.
Take all the swift advantage of the hours.
Take all the swift advantage of the hours.
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.
Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither;
They had been fou for weeks thegither.
Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither;
They had been fou for weeks thegither.
Too much of anything is bad.
Too much of anything is bad.
The jackdaw, stript of her stolen colours, provokes our laughter.
The jackdaw, stript of her stolen colours, provokes our laughter.
Perversnes makes one squint ey'd.
Perversnes makes one squint ey'd.
