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Hee that burnes his house warmes himselfe for once.
Hee that burnes his house warmes himselfe for once.
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.
Put your toong in your purse.
Put your toong in your purse.
I hate all children of precocious talent.
I hate all children of precocious talent.
Rest strengthens the body, the mind too is thus supported; but
unremitting toil destroys both.
Rest strengthens the body, the mind too is thus supported; but
unremitting toil destroys both.
Set good against evill.
[Set good against evil.]
Set good against evill.
[Set good against evil.]
There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
Would men observingly distill it out;
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There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
Would men observingly distill it out;
For our bad neighbor makes us early stirrers,
Which is both healthful, and good husbandry.
Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume
To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom,
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Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume
To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom,
See their own feathers pluck'd, to wing the dart,
Which rank corruption destines for their heart!
