What a sweep of vanity comes this way!

Apemantus may be a party pooper, but for good reason.

Timon is the guy who always throws the lavish, overwrought food-and-booze-laden parties for anyone who will show. He's easy to laugh with, drink with, and borrow money from... if by "borrow" you mean "take without any promise of paying him back," and he would have it no other way. I believes in the natural goodness of men's hearts, and that if he ever fell into a bad way, his friends would bail him out.

Apemantus is almost Timon's antithesis--he's a professional cynic who has no faith in men or their word. He thinks Timon is a shameless fool, and yet Apemantus tries to advise Timon about the capriciousness of his "friends" who join him for night after night of Hugh-Hefner-level shindigs. Timon's company consists of little more than ass-vacuums who think nought of sucking Timon's bank account dry.

Seeing past all this at one of Timon's famous soirees, Apemantus rants from the sidelines as a vociferous wallflower munching on some carrots while the gluttons gulp wine and gobble rich meats and cheeses. Just as the music starts and a horde of lap dancers swoop into the room, Apemantus shakes his head at the parade of corrupt debauchery before him:

Timon of Athens, Act I, Sc. II

Apemantus: Hoy-day, what a sweep of vanity comes this way!

They dance! they are mad women.
Like madness is the glory of this life.
As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.
We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves;
And spend our flatteries, to drink those men
Upon whose age we void it up again,
With poisonous spite and envy.
Who lives that's not depraved or depraves?
Who dies, that bears not one spurn to their graves
Of their friends' gift?
I should fear those that dance before me now
Would one day stamp upon me: 't has been done;
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.