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... follow'd ! Poet . The senators of Athens : -Happy men ! Pain . Look , more ! * As soon as my book has been presented to Timon . ti . e . The contest of art with nature . Poet . You see this confluence , this great flood 4 [ Acr I. TIMON ...
... follow'd ! Poet . The senators of Athens : -Happy men ! Pain . Look , more ! * As soon as my book has been presented to Timon . ti . e . The contest of art with nature . Poet . You see this confluence , this great flood 4 [ Acr I. TIMON ...
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... Follow his strides , his lobbies fill with tendance , Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear , Make sacred e'en his stirrup , and through him Drink ¢Ó the free air . Pain . Ay , marry , what of these ? Poet . When Fortune , in her shift ...
... Follow his strides , his lobbies fill with tendance , Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear , Make sacred e'en his stirrup , and through him Drink ¢Ó the free air . Pain . Ay , marry , what of these ? Poet . When Fortune , in her shift ...
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... follow lover , elder brother , and woman ; sometime , the philosopher . [ Exeunt Apemantus and Fool . Flav . ' Pray you , walk near ; I'll speak with you [ Exeunt Servant . Tim . You make me marvel : Wherefore , ere this anon . time ...
... follow lover , elder brother , and woman ; sometime , the philosopher . [ Exeunt Apemantus and Fool . Flav . ' Pray you , walk near ; I'll speak with you [ Exeunt Servant . Tim . You make me marvel : Wherefore , ere this anon . time ...
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... follows not summer more willing , than we your lordship . Tim . [ Aside . ] Nor more willingly leaves winter ; such summer birds are men . - Gentlemen , our din- ner will not recompense this long stay : feast your ears with the musick ...
... follows not summer more willing , than we your lordship . Tim . [ Aside . ] Nor more willingly leaves winter ; such summer birds are men . - Gentlemen , our din- ner will not recompense this long stay : feast your ears with the musick ...
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... follow , and inquire him out : I'll ever serve his mind with my best will ; Whilst I have gold , I'll be his steward still . [ Exit . * Hasty , precipitate . + Propensity , disposition . SCENE IH . The woods . Enter Timon . Tim 52 [ ACT ...
... follow , and inquire him out : I'll ever serve his mind with my best will ; Whilst I have gold , I'll be his steward still . [ Exit . * Hasty , precipitate . + Propensity , disposition . SCENE IH . The woods . Enter Timon . Tim 52 [ ACT ...
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267 ÆäÀÌÁö - There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat ; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
232 ÆäÀÌÁö - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
250 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
261 ÆäÀÌÁö - You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: for mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say "better"?
209 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
211 ÆäÀÌÁö - So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men; he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.
262 ÆäÀÌÁö - I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection: I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius?
187 ÆäÀÌÁö - Which can make gods forsworn? — I melt, and am not Of stronger earth 'than others. — My mother bows; As if Olympus to a molehill should In supplication nod ; and my young boy Hath an aspe'ct of intercession, which Great nature cries, Deny not.
282 ÆäÀÌÁö - This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He, only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle ; and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world,
209 ÆäÀÌÁö - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake : 'tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their colour fly ; And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Did lose his lustre.