Reading The Life of Tymon of Athens — William Shakespeare

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Aper.

Flow this way? A braue fellow. He keepes his

tides well, those healths will make thee and thy state

looke ill, Timon.

Heere's that which is too weake to be a sinner,

Honest water, which nere left man i'th'mire:

This and my food are equals, there's no ods,

Feasts are to proud to giue thanks to the Gods.

Apermantus Grace.

Immortall Gods, I craue no pelfe,

I pray for no man but my selfe,

Graunt I may neuer proue so fond,

To trust man on his Oath or Bond.

Or a Harlot for her weeping,

Or a Dogge that seemes asleeping,

Or a keeper with my freedome,

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