Hope is the poore mans bread.

Hope is the poore mans bread.

Speak the truth, but leave immediately after.

Speak the truth, but leave immediately after.

O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil.

O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil.

God complaines not, but doth what is fitting.

God complaines not, but doth what is fitting.

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.

Strike up the dance, the cava bowl fill high.

Strike up the dance, the cava bowl fill high.

Frenzy, Heresie, and Jealovsie, seldome cured.

Frenzy, Heresie, and Jealovsie, seldome cured.

Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.

Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.

This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrows is remembering happier things.

This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrows is remembering happier things.