"What's the matter, you dissentious rogues, That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, Make yourselves scabs?
What would you have, you curs? He that trusts to you, Where he should find you lions, finds you
HARES; Where foxes, geese.
Who deserves greatness Deserves your hate…"
Martius wrote:
"You souls of geese, That bear the shapes of men!"
Martius wrote:
"...praise me not. My work hath yet not warmed me. The blood I drop is more medicinal Than dangerous to me."
Martius wrote:
"To brag unto them "Thus I did, and thus!" Show them the unaching scars which I should hide, As if I had received them for the hire Of their breath only!
.. What must I say? "Look, sir, my wounds. I got them in my country's service."
...No, it was never my desire yet to trouble the poor with begging."
Martius wrote:
"I will not do it! Lest I cease to honor mine own truth And by my body's action teach my mind A most inherent baseness."
Martius wrote:
"Let them pronounce death, exile, Flaying, pent to linger But with a grain a day - I would not buy Their mercy at the price of one fair word!
YOU COMMON CRY OF CURS!
Whose breath I hate As reek of the rotten fens, whose loves I
PRIZE As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air...
I BANISH YOU!
There is a world elsewhere."
Martius wrote:
"[flattery is] a condition they account gentle: and since the wisdom of their choice is rather to have my hat than my heart, I will practice the insinuating nod and be off to them most counterfeitly; that is, sir, I will counterfeit the bewitchment of some popular man and give it bountiful to the desirerers."
Menenius wrote:
"His nature is too noble for this world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's his mouth: What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent: And, being angry, does forget that ever He heard the name of death." [Act III, Scene I, Lines 256-260]
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"ἐδιζησάμην ἐμεωυτόν." [Heraclitus]
"All that exists is just and unjust and equally justified in both." [Aeschylus, Prometheus]
"The history of everyday is constituted by our habits. ... How have you lived today?" [N.]
*Become clean, my friends.*
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