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A woman scorn'd is pitiless as fate,
For then the dread of shame adds stings to hate.
A woman scorn'd is pitiless as fate,
For then the dread of shame adds stings to hate.
When a Lackey comes to hells doore, the devills locke the gates.
When a Lackey comes to hells doore, the devills locke the gates.
He that hath but one eye, must bee afraid to lose it.
He that hath but one eye, must bee afraid to lose it.
His golden locks time hath to silver turned,
O time too swift! O swiftness never ceasing!
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His golden locks time hath to silver turned,
O time too swift! O swiftness never ceasing!
His youth 'gainst Time and Age hath ever spurned,
But spurned in vain! Youth waneth by increasing.
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.
Witty remarks are all very well when spoken at a proper time:
when out of place they are offensive.
Witty remarks are all very well when spoken at a proper time:
when out of place they are offensive.
Who is so deafe, as he that will not hear?
[Who is so deaf as he that will not read more
Who is so deafe, as he that will not hear?
[Who is so deaf as he that will not hear?]
He that hath a head of waxe must not walke in the sunne.
He that hath a head of waxe must not walke in the sunne.
Concealed sorrow bursts the heart, and rages within us as an
internal fire.
Concealed sorrow bursts the heart, and rages within us as an
internal fire.
