Reading The Life of Tymon of Athens — William Shakespeare

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Tim.

Looke thee, 'tis so: thou singly honest man,

Heere take: the Gods out of my miserie

Ha's sent thee Treasure. Go, liue rich and happy,

But thus condition'd: Thou shalt build from men:

Hate all, curse all, shew Charity to none,

But let the famisht flesh slide from the Bone,

Ere thou releeue the Begger. Giue to dogges

What thou denyest to men. Let Prisons swallow 'em,

Debts wither 'em to nothing, be men like blasted woods

And may Diseases licke vp their false bloods,

And so farewell, and thriue.

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