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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.
The pathos of man is that he hungers for personal fulfillment and for a sense of community with others.
The pathos of man is that he hungers for personal fulfillment and for a sense of community with others.
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.
Our lives are to be used and thus to be lived as fully as possible, and truly it seems that read more
Our lives are to be used and thus to be lived as fully as possible, and truly it seems that we are never so alive as when we concern ourselves with other people.
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.
Truth isn't always beauty, but the hunger for it is.
Truth isn't always beauty, but the hunger for it is.
Obliged by hunger and request of friends.
Obliged by hunger and request of friends.
He that lives upon hope will die fasting.
He that lives upon hope will die fasting.
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.]
