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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.
— Measure for Measure, Act III Scene 1
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Yet this my comfort: when your words are done,
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Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange and frown:
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Villain, thou liest; for even her very words
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And welcome more common; for that's nothing but words. |
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A man may break a word with you, sir, and words are but wind,
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With words that in an honest suit might move.
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