  “For the imitable, rank-scented many, let them Regard me as I do not flatter, and Therein behold themselves? CORIOLANUS. London: Frederick A. Stokes Company1896 0001 0007 He that trusts you, Where he should find you lions, finds you hares; Where foxes, geese. You are no surer, no, Than is the coal of fire upon the ice, Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is, To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him And curse that justice did it. Who deserves greatness, Deserves your hate: and your affections are A sick man’s appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours, swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks with rushes.. Hang ye! Trust ye? With every minute you do change a mind; And call him noble that was now your hate, Him vile, that was now your garland.” Coriolanus.
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THE MUTABLE MANY
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