The Weariest And Most Loathed Worldly Life That Age, Ache, Penury, And Imprisonment Can Lay On Nature, Is A Paradise To What We Fear Of Death.

The Weariest And Most Loathed Worldly Life That Age, Ache, Penury, And Imprisonment Can Lay On Nature, Is A Paradise To What We Fear Of Death.

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The weariest and most loathed worldly life
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment
Can lay on nature, is a paradise
To what we fear of death.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Measure for Measure
-- Act iii, Sc. 1

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