The manner of your death should much afflict you:
This cord should terrify you.
Not a whit:
What would it pleasure me to have my throat cut
With diamonds? or to be smotherèd
With cassia? or to be shot to death with pearls?
I know death hath ten thousand several doors
For men to take their exits; and 'tis found
They go on such strange geometrical hinges,
You may open them both ways; any way, for Heaven sake,
So I were out of your whispering.
-- From The Duchess of Malfi, by John Webster.
Act IV, Scene 2.