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| To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach. |
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| To-morrow is our wedding-day, / And we will then repair / Unto the Bell at Edmonton, / All in a chaise and pair. |
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| Toll for the brave - / The brave! that are no more: / All sunk beneath the wave, / Fast by their native shore. |
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| Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing. |
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| Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor |
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| Visitors are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not visit, would do nothing |
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War lays a burden on the reeling state,
And peace does nothing to relieve the weight. |
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| We perished, each alone: / But I beneath a rougher sea, / And whelmed in deeper gulfs than he. |
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What is it but a map of busy life,
Its fluctuations, and its vast concerns? |
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| What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! / How sweet their memory still! / But they have left an aching void / The world can never fill. |
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| When the British warrior queen, / Bleeding from the Roman rods, / Sought, with an indignant mien, / Counsel of her country's gods. |
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| When this poor, lisping, stammering tongue/ Lies silent in the grave. |
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| When was public virtue to be found when private was not? |
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| Where men of judgment creep and feel their way, The positive pronounce without dismay |
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While fancy, like the finger of a clock,
Runs the great circuit, and is still at home. |
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| Wisdom is humble that he knows no more. |
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| With outstretched hoe I slew him at the door, / And taught him NEVER TO COME THERE NO MORE. |
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| With spots quadrangular of diamond form,/ Ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife, / And spades, the emblem of untimely graves. |
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