“Ho! now you strike like the blind man;t'was the boy that stole your meat,and you'll beat the post.”

“When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.”

“Why should we rise because 'tis light? Did we lie down because t'was night?”

“A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.”

“O you gods, what a number of men eat Timon, and he sees 'em not! It grieves me to see so many dip their meat in one man's blood; and all the madness is, he cheers them up too. I wonder men dare trust themselves with men: Methinks they should invite them without knives; Good for their meat, and safer for their lives.There's much example for't; the fellow that sits next him now, parts bread with him, pledges the breath of him in a divided draught, is the readiest man to kill him: 't has been proved. If I were a huge man, I should fear to drink at meals;”

“Come, be a man. Drown thyself? Drown cats and blind puppies!”

“what ho, apothecary!”