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In few, they hurried us aboard a bark, Bore us some leagues to sea, where they prepared 170 A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg’d, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast: the very rats Instinctively have quit it: there they hoist us, To cry to the sea, that roar’d to us: to sigh To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, 175 Did us but loving wrong.
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In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
Bore us some leagues to sea, where they prepared
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg’d,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast: the very rats
Instinctively have quit it: there they hoist us,
To cry to the sea, that roar’d to us: to sigh
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.
“Hell is empty, And all the devils are here.”
but for the miracle, I mean our preservation, few in millions Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Our sorrow with our comfort.
The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, And time to speak it in: you rub the sore, When you should bring the plaster.
The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.
SEBASTIAN Well, I am standing water. ANTONIO I’ll teach you how to flow.
misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows.
most poor matters Point to rich ends.
He that dies pays all debts:
We are such stuff As dreams are made on,
