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.