| Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame! |
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| The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, |
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| And you are stay'd for. There, my blessing with thee! |
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| And these few precepts in thy memory |
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See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, |
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| Nor any unproportioned thought his act. |
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| Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. |
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| Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, |
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Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; |
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| But do not dull thy palm with entertainment |
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| Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade. Beware |
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| Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in, |
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Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. |
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| Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice; |
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| Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. |
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| Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, |
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But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; |
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| For the apparel oft proclaims the man, |
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| And they in France of the best rank and station |
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| Are of a most select and generous chief in that. |
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Neither a borrower nor a lender be; |
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| For loan oft loses both itself and friend, |
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| And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. |
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This above all: to thine ownself be true, |
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| And it must follow, as the night the day, |
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| Thou canst not then be false to any man. |
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Farewell: my blessing season this in thee! |
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