“O, what men dare do!”

“I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none”

“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;”

“O monstrous! eleven buckram men grown out of two!”

“O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the hearts of desperate men!”

“O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, That he hath turn'd a heaven unto a hell!”

“Though in the trade of war I have slain men,Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscienceTo do no contrived murder: I lack iniquitySometimes to do me service: nine or ten timesI had thought to have yerk'd him here under the ribs.”