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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.
His anger is easily excited and appeased, and he changes from
hour to hour.
His anger is easily excited and appeased, and he changes from
hour to hour.
No mortal man is wise at all times.
No mortal man is wise at all times.
None is a foole alwaies, everyone sometimes.
None is a foole alwaies, everyone sometimes.
The generous heart
Should scorn a pleasure which gives others pain.
The generous heart
Should scorn a pleasure which gives others pain.
There are faults we would fain pardon.
There are faults we would fain pardon.
He that tells a secret is anothers servant.
He that tells a secret is anothers servant.
Treading softly like a thief,
Lest the harsh shingle should grate underfoot,
And feeling all along the read more
Treading softly like a thief,
Lest the harsh shingle should grate underfoot,
And feeling all along the garden wall.
