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Blow, Wind! Come, Wrack! At Least We 'll Die With Harness On Our Back.
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Blow, wind! come, wrack!
At least we 'll die with harness on our back.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth
-- Act v, Sc. 5
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