If the husband once give way
To his wife's capricious sway,
For his breeches he next day
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If the husband once give way
To his wife's capricious sway,
For his breeches he next day
May go to whoop and holloa.

The end crowns all,
And that old common arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it.

The end crowns all,
And that old common arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it.

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.

Scribblers are a self-conceited and self-worshipping race.

Scribblers are a self-conceited and self-worshipping race.

Hope is the poore mans bread.

Hope is the poore mans bread.

See the effect of commercial intercourse.

See the effect of commercial intercourse.

Just when you think you've finally hit bottom, someone tosses you
a shovel.

Just when you think you've finally hit bottom, someone tosses you
a shovel.

Wind puffs up empty bladders; opinion, fools.

Wind puffs up empty bladders; opinion, fools.

That father perished at the stake
For tenets he would not forsake.

That father perished at the stake
For tenets he would not forsake.