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Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind!
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind!
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
The miserable man makes a peny of a farthing, and the liberall of
a farthing sixe pence.
The miserable man makes a peny of a farthing, and the liberall of
a farthing sixe pence.
I'll tell the names and sayings and the places of their birth,
Of the seven great ancient sages so read more
I'll tell the names and sayings and the places of their birth,
Of the seven great ancient sages so renowned on Grecian earth,
The Lindian Cleobulus said, "The mean was still the best";
The Spartan Chilo said, "Know thyself," a heaven-born phrase
confessed.
Corinthian Periander taught "Our anger to command,"
"Too much of nothing," Pittacus, from Mitylene's strand;
Athenian Solon this advised, "Look to the end of life,"
And Bias from Priene showed, "Bad men are the most rife";
Milesian Thales uregd that "None should e'er a surety be";
Few were there words, but if you look, you'll much in little see.
To-night, at least, to-night be gay,
Whate'er to-morrow brings.
To-night, at least, to-night be gay,
Whate'er to-morrow brings.
Craft against craft makes no living.
Craft against craft makes no living.
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
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Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
But where unbruised youth with unstuffed brain
Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.
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.
Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.
Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.
