Measure for Measure

back-wounding calumny The whitest virtue strikes.

O, what may man within him hide, Though angel on the outward side!

Thou bear's thy heavy riches but a journey, And death unloads thee.

Our doubts are traitors And make us lose the good we oft might win By fearing to attempt.

but man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured,

Is the world as it was, man? Which is the way? Is it sad, and few words? or how? The trick of it? DUKE VINCENTIO Still thus, and thus; still worse!

There is scarce truth enough alive to make societies secure; but security enough to make fellowships accurst: much upon this riddle runs the wisdom of the world. This news is old enough, yet it is every day's news.

the sanctimonious pirate, that went to sea with the Ten Commandments, but scraped one out of the table.

That life is better life, past fearing death, Than that which lives to fear: