Measure for Measure

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.

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

The jewel that we find, we stoop and take't Because we see it; but what we do not see We tread upon, and never think of it.

What king so strong Can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue?

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

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

the body public be A horse whereon the governor doth ride, Who, newly in the seat, that it may know He can command, lets it straight feel the spur;

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