“You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!”

“You are thought here to the most senseless and fit man for the job.”

“For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.”

“They that have power to hurt and will do none,That do not do the thing they most do show,Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow,They rightly do inherit Heaven's graces,And husband nature's riches from expense;They are the lords and owners of their faces,Others but stewards of their excellence.The summer's flow'r is to the summer sweetThough to itself it only live and die;But if that flow'r with base infection meet,The basest weed outbraves his dignity:For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.”

“Which can say more than this rich praise, that you alone are you?”

“A fool of thee: depart.APEMANTUS I love thee better now than e'er I did.TIMON I hate thee worse.”

“do you think I ameasier to be played on than a pipe? Call me whatinstrument you will, though you can fret me, yet youcannot play upon me.”