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.

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.

William Shakespeare · Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Good wine needs no bush.

William Shakespeare · As You Like It. Epilogue.

Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.

William Shakespeare · Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

William Shakespeare · A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

William Shakespeare · Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1.