My Fate Cries Out, And Makes Each Petty Artery In This Body As Hardy As The Nemean Lion's Nerve.

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My fate cries out,
And makes each petty artery in this body
As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet
-- Act i, Sc. 4

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