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LET ME LIVE, FR. MEASURE FOR MEASURE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Poet Analysis

First Line: WHAT SAIES MY BROTHER?
Last Line: TO WHAT WE FEARE OF DEATH.
Subject(s): LIFE;
@3Isabella@1 What saies my brother>
@3Claudio@1 Death is a fearefull thing.
@3Isabella@1 And shamed life, a hatefull.
@3Claudio@1 Ay, but to die, and go we know not where,
To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot,
This sensible warme motion, to become
A kneaded clod; And the delightful spirit
To bath in fierie floods, or reside
In thrilling Region of thicke-ribbed Ice,
To be imprison'd in the viewlesse windes
And blowne with restlesse violence round about
The pendant world: or to be worse than worst
Of those that lawlesse and incertaine thought
Imagine howling, 'tis too horrible.
The weariest, and most loathed worldly life
That Age, Ache, penury, and imprisonment
Can lay on nature, is a Paradise
To what we feare of death.




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