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And torture one poor word ten thousand ways.

Britannia Rediviva. Line 208.

Men are but children of a larger growth.

All for Love. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Bacchus, ever fair and ever young.

Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.

Epistle to Congreve. Line 19.

Death in itself is nothing; but we fear
To be we know not what, we know not where.

Aurengzebe. Act iv. Sc. 1.