Wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men

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is judgment that makes it.
Enter TIMON from his cave
TIMON. [Aside] Excellent workman [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! Thou canst not paint a man so
bad as is thyself. POET. I am thinking what I shall say I have provided for
him. It must be a personating of himself; a satire against the softness of
prosperitywith a discovery of the infinite flatteries that follow youth and
opulency. TIMON. [Aside] Must thou needs stand for a villain in thine
own work? Wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men? Do soI have
gold for thee. POET. Naylet's seek him; Then do we sin against our own
estate When we may profit meet and come too late. PAINTER. True;
When the day servesbefore black-corner'd nightFind what thou want'st
by free and offer'd light. Come. TIMON. [Aside] I'll meet you at the turn.
What a god's goldThat he is worshipp'd in a baser temple Than where
TIMON OF ATHENS
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swine feed [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! 'Tis thou that rig'st the bark and plough'st the foamSettlest
admired reverence in a slave. To thee be worship [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! and thy saints for aye
Be crown'd with plaguesthat thee alone obey! Fit I meet them.
[Advancing from his cave] POET. Hailworthy Timon! PAINTER. Our
late noble master! TIMON. Have I once liv'd to see two honest men?
POET. SirHaving often of your open bounty tastedHyilai:
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