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I kissed thee, ere I killed thee.
I kissed thee, ere I killed thee.
In time of sickness the soul collects itself anew.
In time of sickness the soul collects itself anew.
His essences turn the live air sick.
His essences turn the live air sick.
Hee that workes after his owne manner, his head akes not at the
matter.
Hee that workes after his owne manner, his head akes not at the
matter.
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.
Where it concerns himself,
Who's angry at a slander, makes it true.
Where it concerns himself,
Who's angry at a slander, makes it true.
Hee that bewailes himselfe hath the cure in his hands.
Hee that bewailes himselfe hath the cure in his hands.
In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return
unto the ground; for out of read more
In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return
unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou
art, and unto dust shalt thou return.
