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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They that die by famine die by inches.
They that die by famine die by inches.
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 you can't feed a hundred people, then just feed one.
If you can't feed a hundred people, then just feed one.
I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how read more
I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.
Come, our stomachs
Will make what's homely savory.
Come, our stomachs
Will make what's homely savory.
If your heart is full, you don't feel that hungry.
If your heart is full, you don't feel that hungry.
He that lives upon hope will die fasting.
He that lives upon hope will die fasting.
Hunger is sharper than the sword.
Hunger is sharper than the sword.
