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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
KEYWORD: beauty
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Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain
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And therewithal the best; or let her beauty
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O, no, no, no! 'tis true. Here, take this too;
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Upon a time,—unhappy was the clock
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