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When treading London's well-known ground
If e'er I feel my spirits tire,
I haul my sail, look read more

When treading London's well-known ground
If e'er I feel my spirits tire,
I haul my sail, look up around,
In search of Whitbread's best entire.
- Unattributed Author,

Food for the soul.
[Lat., Nutrimentum spiritus.]

Food for the soul.
[Lat., Nutrimentum spiritus.]

The physician heals, Nature makes well.
[Lat., Medicus curat, Natura sanat morbus.]

The physician heals, Nature makes well.
[Lat., Medicus curat, Natura sanat morbus.]

The woman that deliberates is lost.

The woman that deliberates is lost.

I have ten thousand for defense, but none to surrender; if you
want our weapons come and get them.

I have ten thousand for defense, but none to surrender; if you
want our weapons come and get them.