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... better Than to abhor himself : even he drops down The knee before him , and returns in peace Most rich in Timon's nod . 60 I saw them speak together . Poet . Sir , I have upon a high and pleasant hill Feign'd Fortune to be throned : the ...
... better Than to abhor himself : even he drops down The knee before him , and returns in peace Most rich in Timon's nod . 60 I saw them speak together . Poet . Sir , I have upon a high and pleasant hill Feign'd Fortune to be throned : the ...
Sida xii
... better than his value , on the moment Follow his strides , his lobbies fill with tendance , 80 Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear , Make sacred even his stirrup , and through him Drink the free air . Ay , marry , what of these ...
... better than his value , on the moment Follow his strides , his lobbies fill with tendance , 80 Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear , Make sacred even his stirrup , and through him Drink the free air . Ay , marry , what of these ...
Sida xii
... better that made the painter ; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work . Pain . You're a dog . Apem . Thy mother's of my generation : what's she , if I be a dog ? Tim . Wilt dine with me , Apemantus ? Apem . No ; I eat not lords . Tim ...
... better that made the painter ; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work . Pain . You're a dog . Apem . Thy mother's of my generation : what's she , if I be a dog ? Tim . Wilt dine with me , Apemantus ? Apem . No ; I eat not lords . Tim ...
Sida 20
... better or properer can we call our own than the riches of our friends ? O , what a precious comfort ' tis , to have so many , like brothers , commanding one another's for- tunes ! O joy , e'en made away ere't can be 110 Mine eyes cannot ...
... better or properer can we call our own than the riches of our friends ? O , what a precious comfort ' tis , to have so many , like brothers , commanding one another's for- tunes ! O joy , e'en made away ere't can be 110 Mine eyes cannot ...
Sida 27
... ? Tim . Nay , an you begin to rail on society once , 250 I am sworn not to give regard to you . well ; and come with better music . Fare- [ Exit . Apem . So thou wilt not hear me now ; 27 Timon of Athens Act I. Sc . ii .
... ? Tim . Nay , an you begin to rail on society once , 250 I am sworn not to give regard to you . well ; and come with better music . Fare- [ Exit . Apem . So thou wilt not hear me now ; 27 Timon of Athens Act I. Sc . ii .
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Sida 87 - O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce 'Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars! Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god, That solder'st close impossibilities, And mak'st them kiss! that speak'st with every tongue, To every purpose!
Sida 55 - He's truly valiant, that can wisely suffer The worst that man can breathe ; and make his wrongs His outsides ; wear them like his raiment, carelessly ; And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, To bring it into danger.
Sida 66 - Thy mistress is o' the brothel! Son of sixteen, pluck the lined crutch from thy old limping sire, With it beat out his brains! Piety, and fear, Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth, Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood, Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades, Degrees, observances, customs, and laws, Decline to your confounding contraries, And let confusion live!