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Frugality is the mother of all virtues.
Frugality is the mother of all virtues.
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.
But we are all men
In our own natures frail.
But we are all men
In our own natures frail.
A great fortune is a great slavery.
A great fortune is a great slavery.
'Tis not the fight that crowns us, but the end.
'Tis not the fight that crowns us, but the end.
Give a man enough rope and he'll hang himself.
Give a man enough rope and he'll hang himself.
Look here, he cries (to give him words):
Thou feathered clay, thou scum of birds!
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Look here, he cries (to give him words):
Thou feathered clay, thou scum of birds!
Look here, thou vile, predestined sinner,
Doomed to be roasted for a dinner.
Just then, as by the tumult riven,
Poured down at once the lowering heaven.
Just then, as by the tumult riven,
Poured down at once the lowering heaven.
