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.

The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.[49:1]

Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.

Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

There, at the moated grange, resides this dejected Mariana.[49:2]

Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.