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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.
Get what start the sinner may, Retribution, for all her lame leg,
never quits his track.
Get what start the sinner may, Retribution, for all her lame leg,
never quits his track.
Poor Peggy hawks nosegays from street to street
Till--think of that who find life so sweet!--
She read more
Poor Peggy hawks nosegays from street to street
Till--think of that who find life so sweet!--
She hates the smell of roses!
He that cockers his child, provides for his enemie.
He that cockers his child, provides for his enemie.
Give thy thoughts no tongue.
Give thy thoughts no tongue.
He who gets the better of an irascible temperament conquers his
worst enemy.
He who gets the better of an irascible temperament conquers his
worst enemy.
As many servants so many enemies.
As many servants so many enemies.
Hee that goes barefoot, must not plant thornes.
Hee that goes barefoot, must not plant thornes.
What is now an act of reason, was but blind impulse.
What is now an act of reason, was but blind impulse.
