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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.
Old men go to Death, Death comes to Young men.
Old men go to Death, Death comes to Young men.
The higher the Ape goes, the more he shewes his taile.
The higher the Ape goes, the more he shewes his taile.
Who could be happy and alone or good?
Who could be happy and alone or good?
Every fat (vat) must stand upon its bottom.
Every fat (vat) must stand upon its bottom.
Live according to your income.
Live according to your income.
As wither'd roses yield a late perfume.
As wither'd roses yield a late perfume.
What you would not have done to yourselves, never do unto others.
What you would not have done to yourselves, never do unto others.
