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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.
The rills of pleasure never run sincere,
(Earth has no unpolluted spring)
From the cursed soil some read more
The rills of pleasure never run sincere,
(Earth has no unpolluted spring)
From the cursed soil some dang'rous taint they bear;
So roses grow on thorns, and honey wears a sting.
Every one is weary, the poore in seeking, the rich in keeping,
the good in learning.
Every one is weary, the poore in seeking, the rich in keeping,
the good in learning.
We believe not a liar, even when he is speaking the truth.
We believe not a liar, even when he is speaking the truth.
Fast bind, fast find--
A proverb never stale in thrifty mind.
Fast bind, fast find--
A proverb never stale in thrifty mind.
Sit in your place and none can make you rise.
Sit in your place and none can make you rise.
At Court, every one for himselfe.
At Court, every one for himselfe.
He told me once
The saddest thing that can befall the soul,
Is when it loses faith read more
He told me once
The saddest thing that can befall the soul,
Is when it loses faith in God and woman,
For he had lost them both. Lost I those gems,
Though the world's throne stood open in my path,
I would go wandering back into my childhood,
Searching for them with tears.
