Crop

Timon of Athens, [4.1.25-33]. Timon. “Lust and liberty/ Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth,/ That ‘gainst the stream of virtue they may strive,/ And drown themselves in riot! Itches, blains,/ Sow all th’ Athenian bosoms, and their crop/ be general leprosy! Breath infect breath,/ That their society, as their frienship, may/ Be merely poison! Nothing I’ll bear from thee/ But nakeness, thou detestable town!”