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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Hunger is insolent, and will be fed.
Hunger is insolent, and will be fed.
They said they were anhungry; sighed forth proverbs--
That hunger broke stone walls, that dogs must eat,
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They said they were anhungry; sighed forth proverbs--
That hunger broke stone walls, that dogs must eat,
That meat was made for mouths, that the gods sent not
Corn for the rich men only. With these shreds
They vented their complainings, which being answered
And a petition granted them, a strange one,
To break the heart of generosity,
And make bold power look pale, they threw their caps
As they would hang them on the horns o' th' moon,
Shouting their emulation.
Hunger is the best sauce in the world.
[Sp., La mejor salsa del mundo es la hambre.]
Hunger is the best sauce in the world.
[Sp., La mejor salsa del mundo es la hambre.]
Our lives are to be used and thus to be lived as fully as possible, and truly it seems that read more
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.
Truth isn't always beauty, but the hunger for it is.
Truth isn't always beauty, but the hunger for it is.
It's really very simple, Governor. When people are hungry they die. So spare me your politics and tell me what read more
It's really very simple, Governor. When people are hungry they die. So spare me your politics and tell me what you need and how you're going to get it to these people.
If your heart is full, you don't feel that hungry.
If your heart is full, you don't feel that hungry.
Hunger is sharper than the sword.
Hunger is sharper than the sword.
Bone and Skin, two millers thin,
Would starve us all, or near it;
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Bone and Skin, two millers thin,
Would starve us all, or near it;
But be it known to Skin and Bone
That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.
