Timon D'athènes

“Like madness is the glory of this life.””

— William Shakespeare

“The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.””

— William Shakespeare

“I’ll beat thee, but I should infect my hands.””

— William Shakespeare

“Timon will to the woods, where he shall findTh' unkindest beast more kinder than mankind.The gods confound - hear me, you good gods all -Th' Athenians both within and out that wall!And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow To the whole race of mankind, high and low!Amen.””

— William Shakespeare

“Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon!””

— William Shakespeare

“Here lies awretched corse, of wretched soul bereft:Seek not my name: a plague consume you wickedcaitiffs left!Here lie I, Timon; who, alive, all living men did hate:Pass by and curse thy fill, but pass and staynot here thy gait.””

— William Shakespeare

“A beastly ambition, which the gods grant thee t'attain to! If thou wert the lion, the fox wouldbeguile thee; if thou wert the lamb, the fox wouldeat three: if thou wert the fox, the lion wouldsuspect thee, when peradventure thou wert accused bythe ass: if thou wert the ass, thy dulness wouldtorment thee, and still thou livedst but as abreakfast to the wolf: if thou wert the wolf, thygreediness would afflict thee, and oft thou shouldsthazard thy life for thy dinner: wert thou theunicorn, pride and wrath would confound thee andmake thine own self the conquest of thy fury: wertthou a bear, thou wouldst be killed by the horse:wert thou a horse, thou wouldst be seized by theleopard: wert thou a leopard, thou wert german tothe lion and the spots of thy kindred were jurors onthy life: all thy safety were remotion and thydefence absence. What beast couldst thou be, thatwere not subject to a beast? and what a beast artthou already, that seest not thy loss intransformation!””

— William Shakespeare

“My heart is ever at your service””

— William Shakespeare

“How came the noble Timon to this change?TIMON: As the moon does, by wanting light to give:But then renew I could not, like the moon;There were no suns to borrow of.””

— William Shakespeare