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The tree that God plants, no winde hurts it.
The tree that God plants, no winde hurts it.
Waight and measure take away strife.
Waight and measure take away strife.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions: first, her father slain;
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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.
Follow not truth too near the heels, lest it dash out thy teeth.
Follow not truth too near the heels, lest it dash out thy teeth.
He who desires to become rich, wishes to become so as quickly as
possible.
He who desires to become rich, wishes to become so as quickly as
possible.
Laughter holding both his sides.
Laughter holding both his sides.
Every epigram should resemble a bee; it should have sting, honey,
and brevity.
Every epigram should resemble a bee; it should have sting, honey,
and brevity.
The War is not don so long as my Enemy lives.
The War is not don so long as my Enemy lives.
