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Fortune to one is Mother, to another is Step-mother.
Fortune to one is Mother, to another is Step-mother.
Every mile is two in winter.
Every mile is two in winter.
Stained
With grief, that's beauty's canter.
Stained
With grief, that's beauty's canter.
If folly were griefe every house would weepe.
If folly were griefe every house would weepe.
A brute without a single redeeming point.
A brute without a single redeeming point.
The Queen, who sat
With lips severely placid felt the knot
Climb in her throat, and with read more
The Queen, who sat
With lips severely placid felt the knot
Climb in her throat, and with her feet unseen
Crushed the wild passion out against the floor.
Where you thinke there is bacon, there is no Chimney.
Where you thinke there is bacon, there is no Chimney.
Immodest words admit of no defence;
For want of decency is want of sense.
Immodest words admit of no defence;
For want of decency is want of sense.
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.
