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The good needs fear no law,It is his safety and the bad man's awe.
— Philip Massinger
The good needs fear no law,It is his safety and the bad man's awe.
Death hath a thousand doors to let out life.
Virtue, if not in action, is a vice,And, when we move not forward, we go backward.
What a seaOf melting ice I walk on!
HeBut he that boldly bears calamity.
Out, you impostors!Is to make sound men sick, and sick men kill.
Be wise;Soar not too high to fall; but stoop, to rise.
To doubtThat must fall on us.
The oath in any way or form you please,I stand resolv'd to take it.
He that would govern others, first should be the master of himself.
What a bridgeRavish'd by doubts, and wilful jealousy.
Some undone widow sits upon mine arm,Will not be drawn.
This many-headed monster,The giddy multitude.
Grim death.
But in our Sanazarro 'tis not so,His majesty in full lustre.
Like a rough orator, that brings more truthThan rhetoric, to make good his accusation.
Quiet night that bringsAnd when his work is ended, dares not sleep.
