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It is the Philosophy of the Distaffe.
It is the Philosophy of the Distaffe.
A fair day in winter is the mother of a storme.
A fair day in winter is the mother of a storme.
To a gratefull man give mony when he askes.
To a gratefull man give mony when he askes.
Everyone puts his fault on the Times.
Everyone puts his fault on the Times.
When the Foxe preacheth, beware geese.
When the Foxe preacheth, beware geese.
Bee not idle and you shall not bee longing.
Bee not idle and you shall not bee longing.
Do not unto another that which you would not he should do unto
you.
Do not unto another that which you would not he should do unto
you.
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.
