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Who is there that, shooting all day long, does not sometimes hit
the mark?
Who is there that, shooting all day long, does not sometimes hit
the mark?
Those, that with haste will make a mighty fire,
Begin it with weak straws.
Those, that with haste will make a mighty fire,
Begin it with weak straws.
It's an ill councell that hath no escape.
It's an ill councell that hath no escape.
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel.
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel.
In the house of a Fidler, all fiddle.
In the house of a Fidler, all fiddle.
Is it not sheer madness to live poor to die rich?
Is it not sheer madness to live poor to die rich?
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.
The ire of a despotic king
Rides forth upon destruction's wing.
The ire of a despotic king
Rides forth upon destruction's wing.
