With this there grows
In my most ill-compos'd affection such
A stanchless avarice that, were I King,
I should cut off the nobles for their lands,
Desire his jewels, and this other's house,
And my more-having would be as a sauce
To make me hunger more, that I should forge
Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal,
Destroying them for wealth.
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Our lives are to be used and thus to be lived as fully as possible, and truly it seems that we are never so alive as when we concern ourselves with other people.
Come, our stomachs
Will make what's homely savory.
Come, our stomachs
Will make what's homely savory.
Enough is as good as a feast.
Enough is as good as a feast.
A hungry man is not a free man.
A hungry man is not a free man.
They that die by famine die by inches.
They that die by famine die by inches.
Truth isn't always beauty, but the hunger for it is.
Truth isn't always beauty, but the hunger for it is.
If you can't feed a hundred people, then just feed one.
If you can't feed a hundred people, then just feed one.
He that lives upon hope will die fasting.
He that lives upon hope will die fasting.
Hungry bellies have no cars.
[Fr., La ventre affame n'point d'oreilles.]
Hungry bellies have no cars.
[Fr., La ventre affame n'point d'oreilles.]
