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Let us first see peace in Athens: there is no time so miserable but a man may be true.
'Tis in the malice of mankind that he thus advises us; not to have us thrive in our mystery.
We cannot live on grass, on berries, water, As beasts and birds and fishes.
Is not this he?
Where should he have this gold? It is some poor fragment, some slender sort of his remainder: the mere want of gold, and the falling-from of his friends, drove him into this melancholy.