“The miserable have no other medicine,
But only hope.”
Measure for Measure. ACT III Scene 1.
” 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 Scene 1.
“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;”
Measure for Measure. ACT III Scene 1.
“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 Scene 1.