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...; To be imprisoned in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendant world ; or to be worse than worst Of those that lawless...on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death. W. SHAKESPEARE (Measure for Measure, Act m, Sc. i). 824. MAN MAN, proud man, Dressed in a little brief...

...we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; I'his sensible warm motion to become lao sin ; and sin that amends is but patched with virtue....but calamity, so beauty's a flower. The lady bade 130 Can lay on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death. Isab. Alas, alas ! Claud. Sweet sister,...

...OF THE UNKNOWN " Measure for Measure " Act III. Sc. 1 AY, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible...on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death. HEADSTRONG LIBERTY " The Comedy of Errors "Act II. Sc. 1 WHY, headstrong liberty is lash'd with woe....

...; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendant world ; or to be worse than worst Of those that lawless...on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death." More soothing, but still sad, is the death song in Cymbeline: " Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor...

...reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, That blow with restless violence round about The pendent world...on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death." Beyond that, Shakespeare refuses to lift the veil, which covers the hidden secrets of his soul. He...

...ice; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendant world ; or to be worse than worst Of those that lawless...paradise To what we fear of death. Isab. Alas ! alas ! Claud. Sweet sister, let me live. What sin you do to save a brother's life, Nature dispenses with...

...spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbe'd ice, To be imprisoned in the viewless winds And blown with restless violence...That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature-is a paradise To what we fear of death. Isabella. Alas! alas! Claudia. Sweet sister, let me...

...To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick -ribbed ice; To be imprison1 d in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence...Can lay on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death."49 Could anyone write such a vivid thought without having experienced and meditated upon it?...