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...shouldst entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honor. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corp'ral sufferance feels a pang as great As when a giant dies. Reiohtlion from a Sense of Honor. Claud....

...vol. ip 152. et seq. And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension; And the...corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies. Claud. Why give you me this shame ? Think you I can a resolution fetch From flowery tenderness...

...should'st entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the...corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies. Claudio. Why give you me this shame ? Think you I can a resolution fetch From flowery tenderness...

...nerves, makes some fancy themselves cowards, who, when called to the test, may perhaps prove heroes; for The sense of death is most in apprehension— And...poor beetle that we tread upon In corporal sufferance feels a pang as great As when a giant dies. A profound sentence, which has been strangely perverted...

...thimbles." — A touch, by the way, quite Sliakspearean ; as, where the bard says, — " The poor hectic that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies." No doubt: but quere — how great a pang does the poor beetle find, whe* a giant dies ? Let...

...should'st entertain, Aud six or sevuu maters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the...we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang a: great As when a giant dies. Claudia. Why give yon me this shame ? Think you I can a resolution fetch...

...should'st entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Barest thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal suiferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies. Claud. Why give you me this shame ? If I must...

...which insects every day present to us, proving that the very converse of our great poet's conclusion, " The poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as As when a giant dies," must be regarded as nearer the truth . Not to mention the peculiar organization...

...or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is mcst in apprehension ; And the poor beetle, that we tread...corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies. Claud. Why give you me this shame ? Think you I can a resolution fetch From flowery tenderness...