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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.
The body is sooner drest then the soule.
The body is sooner drest then the soule.
Hee that eats the hard shall eate the ripe.
Hee that eats the hard shall eate the ripe.
Good Americans when they die go to Paris.
Good Americans when they die go to Paris.
In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.
[Lat., In regione caecorum rex est luscus.]
In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.
[Lat., In regione caecorum rex est luscus.]
A poore beauty finds more lovers then husbands.
A poore beauty finds more lovers then husbands.
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.
No lock will hold against the power of gold.
No lock will hold against the power of gold.
