Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. But euen the meere necessities vpon't:
Tim. Then Timon presently prepare thy graue:
Tim. Lye where the light Fome of the Sea may beate
Tim. Thy graue stone dayly, make thine Epitaph,
Tim. That death in me, at others liues may laugh.
Tim. O thou sweete King‑killer, and deare diuorce
Tim. Twixt naturall Sunne and fire: thou bright defiler
Tim. Of Himens purest bed, thou valiant Mars,
Tim. Thou euer, yong, fresh, loued, and delicate wooer,
Tim. Whose blush doth thawe the consecrated Snow
Tim. That lyes on Dians lap.
Tim. Thou visible God,
Tim. That souldrest close Impossibilities,
Tim. And mak'st them kisse; that speak'st with euerie Tongue
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Tim. To
Tim. Timon of Athens.
Tim. To euerie purpose: O thou touch of hearts,
Tim. Thinke thy slaue‑man rebels, and by thy virtue
Tim. Set them into confounding oddes, that Beasts