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As saith the proverb of the ancients, Wickedness proceedeth from
the wicked: but mine hand shall not be upon read more
As saith the proverb of the ancients, Wickedness proceedeth from
the wicked: but mine hand shall not be upon thee.
It's not improbable that a man may receive more solid
satisfaction from pudding while he is alive than from read more
It's not improbable that a man may receive more solid
satisfaction from pudding while he is alive than from praise
after he is dead.
Evening words are not like to morning.
Evening words are not like to morning.
Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
For villany is not without such rheum.
Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
For villany is not without such rheum.
What, lost a world, and bade a hero fly?
The timid tear in Cleopatra's eye.
What, lost a world, and bade a hero fly?
The timid tear in Cleopatra's eye.
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.
Sceptre and crown must tumble down
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked read more
Sceptre and crown must tumble down
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
