With this there grows
In my most ill-compos'd affection such
A stanchless avarice that, were I King,
I should cut off the nobles for their lands,
Desire his jewels, and this other's house,
And my more-having would be as a sauce
To make me hunger more, that I should forge
Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal,
Destroying them for wealth.
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I suspect that hunger was my mother.
[Lat., Famem fuisse suspicor matrem mihi.]
I suspect that hunger was my mother.
[Lat., Famem fuisse suspicor matrem mihi.]
A hungry man is not a free man.
A hungry man is not a free man.
I hear Socrates saying that the best seasoning for food is
hunger; for drink, thirst.
[Lat., Socratem audio read more
I hear Socrates saying that the best seasoning for food is
hunger; for drink, thirst.
[Lat., Socratem audio dicentem, cibi condimentum essa famem,
potionis sitim.]
Hunger is sharper than the sword.
Hunger is sharper than the sword.
Hunger that persuades to evil.
[Lat., Malesuada fames.]
Hunger that persuades to evil.
[Lat., Malesuada fames.]
Come, our stomachs
Will make what's homely savory.
Come, our stomachs
Will make what's homely savory.
Bone and Skin, two millers thin,
Would starve us all, or near it;
But be it known read more
Bone and Skin, two millers thin,
Would starve us all, or near it;
But be it known to Skin and Bone
That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.
If you can't feed a hundred people, then just feed one.
If you can't feed a hundred people, then just feed one.
Hunger knows no friend but its feeder.
Hunger knows no friend but its feeder.
