To the sick man the physician when he enters seems to have three
faces, those of a man, a devil, a god. When the physician first
comes and announces the safety of the patient, then the sick man
says: "Behold a God or a guardian angel!"
[Lat., Intrantis medici facies tres esse videntur
Aegrotanti; hominis, Daemonis, atque Dei.
Cum primum accessit medicus dixitque salutem,
En Deus aut custos angelus, aeger ait.]
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Nobody is forgotten when it is convenient to remember him.
Nobody is forgotten when it is convenient to remember him.
We may with advantage forget what we know.
We may with advantage forget what we know.
The wind blows out, the bubble dies;
The spring entomb'd in autumn lies;
The dew dries up; read more
The wind blows out, the bubble dies;
The spring entomb'd in autumn lies;
The dew dries up; the star is shot;
The flight is past--and man forgot.
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her
cunning.
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her
cunning.
Go, forget me--why should sorrow
O'er that brow a shadow fling?
Go, forget me--and to-morrow
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Go, forget me--why should sorrow
O'er that brow a shadow fling?
Go, forget me--and to-morrow
Brightly smile and sweetly sing.
Smile--though I shall not be near thee;
Sing--though I shall never hear thee.
A man must get a thing before he can forget it.
A man must get a thing before he can forget it.
But my thoughts ran a wool-gathering; and I did like the
countryman, who looked for his ass while he read more
But my thoughts ran a wool-gathering; and I did like the
countryman, who looked for his ass while he was mounted on his
back.
It is sometimes expedient to forget what you know.
[Lat., Etiam oblivisci quod scis interdum expedit.]
It is sometimes expedient to forget what you know.
[Lat., Etiam oblivisci quod scis interdum expedit.]
Forgotten? No, we never do forget:
We let the years go; wash them clean with tears,
Leave read more
Forgotten? No, we never do forget:
We let the years go; wash them clean with tears,
Leave them to bleach out in the open day,
Or lock them careful by, like dead friends' clothes,
Till we shall dare unfold them without pain,--
But we forget not, never can forget.
