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Hast thou the pretty worm of Nilus there, 
That kills and pains not ? 
Truly, I have him : but 1 would not be the party that should desire you to touch him, for his biting is 
immortal:.but he that will believe all that they say, shall never be saved by half that they do. 
.You must think this, look you, that the worm will do his kind. 
Antony and Cleopatra. 
It is too late ; the life of all his blood 
Is touch’d corruptibly ;. 
. and there the poison 
Is, as a fiend, confined to tyrannize, 
On unreprievable condemn6d blood. 
King John. 
The leperous distilment; whose effect 
Holds such an enmity with blood of man, 
That, swift as quicksilver, it courses through 
The natural gates and alleys of the body ; 
And, with a sudden vigour, it doth posset and curd, 
Like aigre droppings into milk, 
The thin and wholesome blood. 
Hamlet. 
No medicine in the world can do thee good, 
In thee there is not half an hour’s life. 
Ibid. 
