William Shakespeare

The sense of death is most in apprehension,
And the poor beetle that we tread upon
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The sense of death is most in apprehension,
And the poor beetle that we tread upon
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.

The benediction of these covering heavens
Fall on their heads like dew, for they are worthy
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The benediction of these covering heavens
Fall on their heads like dew, for they are worthy
To inlay heaven with stars.

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts,
And thou art wedded to calamity.

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts,
And thou art wedded to calamity.

Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy. -Troilus and read more

Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy. -Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3.

This is Ercles' vein. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.

This is Ercles' vein. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.