Hamlet:-No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with
modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: as
thus: Alexander died, Alexander was buried,
Alexander returneth into dust, the dust is earth; of
earth we make loam; and why of that loam, whereto he
was converted, might they not stop a beer barrel?
Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep wind away:
O, that earth, which kept the world in awe,
Should path a wall to expel the winter flaw!
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