Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Duke. For thy complexion shifts to strange effects,
Duke. After the Moone: If thou art rich, thou'rt poore,
Duke. For like an Asse, whose backe with Ingots bowes;
Duke. Thou bearst thy heauie riches but a iournie,
Duke. And death vnloads thee; Friend hast thou none.
Duke. For thine owne bowels which do call thee, fire
Duke. The meere effusion of thy proper loines
Duke. Do curse the Gowt, Sapego, and the Rheume
Duke. For ending thee no sooner. Thou hast nor youth, nor age
Duke. But as it were an after‑dinners sleepe
Duke. Dreaming on both, for all thy blessed youth
Duke. Becomes as aged, and doth begge the almes
Duke. Of palsied‑Eld: and when thou art old, and rich
Duke. Thou
Duke. Measure for Measure.
Duke. Thou hast; neither heate, affection, limbe, nor beautie
Duke. To make thy riches pleasant: what's yet in this
Duke. That beares the name of life? Yet in this life
Duke. Lie hid moe thousand deaths; yet death we feare
Duke. That makes these oddes, all euen.