Measure for Measure

O, what may man within him hide, Though angel on the outward side!

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

They say, best men are moulded out of faults; And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad:

back-wounding calumny The whitest virtue strikes.

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

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.

liberty plucks justice by the nose;

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.

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;