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The Grace of a Cynic Philosopher.
Immortal gods, I crave no pelf,

for no man but myself.
Grant I may nerer prove so fond,
To trust man on his oath or bond:
Or a harlot for her weeping;
Or a dog that seems a-sleeping;
Ora keeper with my freedom,
Or my friends, if I should need 'em.
Amen, Amen; fo fall to't ;
Great men sin, and I eat root.


A faithful Stewards

So the gods bless me,
When all our offices have been opprest
With riotous feeders; when our vaults have wept
With drunken spilth of wine ; when every room
Hath blaz’d with lights, and bray'd with minstrelfie,
I have retir'd me to a wasteful cock (1)
And set mine eyes-at flow.

SCENE V. The Ingratitude of Timon's Friends."

They answer in a joint and corporate voice, That now they are at fall, want treasure, cannot Do what they would; are forry, you are honourable But yet they could have wisht-they know notSomething had been amifs-a noblé nature May catch a wrench-would all were well—-'tis pity~


(1) Cock,] i. e. a cockloft, garret : and, a wafteful cock, signifies, a garret lying in waste, neglected, put to no use. Oxfo

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And so intending other serious matters,
After distasteful looks, and these hard (2) fractions,
With certain half-caps, and cold-moving nods,
They froze me into silence.

Tim. You gods reward them!
I prythee, man, look chearly. These old fellows
Have their ingratitude in them hereditary :
Their blood is cak’d, 'tis cold, it seldom flows,
'Tis lack of kindly warmth, they are not kind;
And nature, as it grows again tow'rd earth,
Is fashion'd for the journey, dull and heavy.


Miserable Shifts of a false Friend. Ser. My honoured lord

[TO Lucius. Luc. Servilius! you are kindly met, Sir; fare thee well, commend me to thy honourable virtuous lord, my very exquisite friend.

Ser. Niay it please your honour, my lord hath sent

Lui. Ha! what hath he fent? I am so endeared to that lord; he's ever sending : how shall I thank him, think'st thou ? and what hath he fent now?

Ser. H'as only sent his present occafion now, my lord; requesting your lordship to supply his inftant use, with fifty talents. Luc. I know his lordship is but merry


he cannot want fifty-five hundred talents.

Ser. But in the mean time he wants less, my lord.
If his occafion were not virtuous,
I should not urge half so faithfully.

Luc. Dost thou speak serioufiy, Servilius?
Ser. Upon my foul, 'tis true, Sir.
Luc. What a wicked beast was 1, to disfurnith myfelf

Against (2) Fractions) i. k. These breaks in speech : such as are expreit above.

against such a good time, when I might ha' shewn myself honourable. How unlucky it happen'd, that I should purchase the day before for a little part, and undo a great deal of honour? Servilius, now before the gods, I am not able to do-(the more beast I say,) - I was sending to use Lord Timon myself, these gentlemen can witness; but I would not for the wealth of Athens, I had done't now. Commend me bountifully to his good lordship, and I hope his honour will conceive the fairest of me, because I have no power to be kind. And tell him this from me, I count it one of my greatest aillictions, fay, that I cannot pleasure such an honourable gentleman. Good Servilius, will you befriend me so far as to use my own words to him? Ser. Yes, Sir, I shall.

[Exit Servilius. Lui. I'll look you out a good turn, Servilius, True, as you faid, Timon is Thrunk indeed; And he that's once deny'd will hardly speed. [Exit.

SCENE VI. Against Duelling.
Your words have took such pains, as if they labour'd
To bring man-llaughter into form, fet quarrelling
Upon the head of valour, which, indeed,
Is valour mis-begot, and came into the world,
When sects and factions were but newly born.
He's truly valiant, that can wisely suffer
The worst that man can breathe, (3) and make his

His outfides, wear them like his raiment, carelefly;
And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart,
To bring it into danger.

(3) And make, &c.] The first part of the sentence is cx plained by the latter, " He's truly valiant, &c. that can make his wrongs his outsides, i. c. wear them like his raiment care. lely.




Without the Walls of Athens.

Timon's Execrations on the Athenians.

Let me look back upon thee, O, thou wall, That girdleft in those wolves ! dive in the earth, And fence not Athens ! Matrons, turn incontinent; Obedience fail in children; flaves and fools Pluck the grave wrinkled fenate from the bench, And minister in their steads : to general filths Convert o'th’initant green virginity! Do't in your parents' eyes. Bankrupts, hold fast; Rather than render back, out with your knives, And cut your trusters' throats. Bound servants, steali Large-handed robbers your grave


And pill by law. Maid, to thy master's bed;
Thy iniftress is o'th' brothel. Son of fixteen,
Pluck the lin'd crutch from thy old limping fire,
And with it beat his brains out! Fear and piety,
Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth,
Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood,
Initruction, manners, mysteries, and trades,
Degrees, observances, customs, and laws,
Decline to your confounding contraries !

confusion live! Plagues, incident to men,
Your potent and infectious fevers heap
On Athens, ripe for stroke! Thou cold sciatica,
Cripple our fenators, that their limbs may halt
As lamely as their manners. Luft and liberty
Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth,
That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive,
And drown then selves in riot! Itches, biains,
Sow all th’Athenian bosoms, and their crop.
Be general leprofy: breath infect breath,
That their society (as their friendthip) may


Be merely poison. Nothing I'll bear from thee,
But nakedness, thou detestable town!

SCENE II. A Friend forsaken.

Als we do turn our backs. From our companion, thrown into his

grave, So his familiars from his buried fortunes Slink all-away ; leave their false vows with him. Like empty purses pick'd: and his poor felf, (4) A dedicated beggar to the air, With his disease of all-sun'd poverty, Walks, like contempt, alone.

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(5) What is here? Gold? yellow, glittering, precious gold?

(6) No,

(4) A dedicated, &c.] In Romeo and Juliet, at the beginning, he speaks pretiily of a bud bit by an envious warm,

Ere he can spread his sweet wings to the air,

Or dedicate his beauty to the sun. In the next line, the author seems to have had his eye on that: trite and well-known line of Ovid's;

Nullus ad anisas ibit amicus opes.. (5) What is, &c.] See page 30, of this volumo. Ben Joro. fon, in his Volpone, ipeaking of gold, says,

Thou art virtue, fame,
Honour and all things else! who can get thee

He shall be noble, valiant, honest, wise-
Moi. And wliat he will, sir..

Act. 1. Sc. I. Which lines are an exact tranlation of the following froin Hg..


Omnis enim res
Virtus, fama, de cur, divira humanaque pulchris
Divitiis parint; qi as qui confiruxerit, ille

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