| Author |
Quotes |
| William Shakespeare | The sense of death is most in apprehension, And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | The cunning livery of hell. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | Ay, but to die, and go we know not where, To lie in cold obstruction and to rot, This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod, and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice, To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | The weariest and most loathed worldly life That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | There, at the moated grange, resides this dejected Mariana. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | O, what may man within him hide, Though angel on the outward side! -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn, And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn, But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | Every true man's apparel fits your thief. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | We would, and we would not. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | A forted residence 'gainst the tooth of time And razure of oblivion. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | Truth is truth To the end of reckoning. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | My business in this state Made me a looker on here in Vienna. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | They say, best men are moulded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | What 's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | The pleasing punishment that women bear. -The Comedy of Errors. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | A wretched soul, bruised with adversity. -The Comedy of Errors. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | Every why hath a wherefore. -The Comedy of Errors. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast. -The Comedy of Errors. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
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