Measure for Measure

Measure for Measure, Act IV, Sc. II
Every true man's apparel fits your thief.

Measure for Measure, Act V, Sc. I
What 's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.

Measure for Measure, Act III, Sc. I
The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.

Measure for Measure, Act III, Sc. I
The miserable have no other medicine,
But only hope.

Measure for Measure, Act III, Sc. I
A breath thou art,
Servile to all the skyey influences.

Measure for Measure, Act III, Sc. I
There, at the moated grange, resides this dejected Mariana.

Measure for Measure, Act II, Sc. IV
Our compell'd sins
Stand more for number than for accompt.

Measure for Measure, Act I, Sc. IV
A man whose blood
Is very snow-broth; one who never feels
The wanton stings and motions of the sense.

Measure for Measure, Act II, Sc. I
The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,
May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two
Guiltier than him they try.

Measure for Measure, Act V, Sc. I
They say, best men are moulded out of faults,
And, for the most, become much more the better
For being a little bad.

Measure for Measure, Act II, Sc. II
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,
Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword,
The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe,
Become them with one half so good a grace
As mercy does.

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