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They said they were anhungry; sighed forth proverbs--
That hunger broke stone walls, that dogs must eat,
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They said they were anhungry; sighed forth proverbs--
That hunger broke stone walls, that dogs must eat,
That meat was made for mouths, that the gods sent not
Corn for the rich men only. With these shreds
They vented their complainings, which being answered
And a petition granted them, a strange one,
To break the heart of generosity,
And make bold power look pale, they threw their caps
As they would hang them on the horns o' th' moon,
Shouting their emulation.
I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how read more
I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.
Bid the hungry Greek go to heaven, he will go.
[Lat., Graeculus esuriens in coelum, jusseris, ibit.]
Bid the hungry Greek go to heaven, he will go.
[Lat., Graeculus esuriens in coelum, jusseris, ibit.]
Hungry bellies have no cars.
[Fr., La ventre affame n'point d'oreilles.]
Hungry bellies have no cars.
[Fr., La ventre affame n'point d'oreilles.]
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;
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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.
It's really very simple, Governor. When people are hungry they die. So spare me your politics and tell me what read more
It's really very simple, Governor. When people are hungry they die. So spare me your politics and tell me what you need and how you're going to get it to these people.
With this there grows
In my most ill-compos'd affection such
A stanchless avarice that, were I King,
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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.
