Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

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. Sc. 1.

The cunning livery of hell.

Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;

To lie in cold obstruction and to rot;