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The Physitian owes all to the patient, but the patient owes
nothing to him but a little mony.
The Physitian owes all to the patient, but the patient owes
nothing to him but a little mony.
To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells
Ring Sabbath knells;
The sod's a cushion for his pious read more
To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells
Ring Sabbath knells;
The sod's a cushion for his pious want,
And, consecrated by the heaven within it,
The sky-blue pool a font.
The mob will now and then see things in a right light.
The mob will now and then see things in a right light.
No rule is so general, which admits not some exception.
No rule is so general, which admits not some exception.
Not even piety will stay wrinkles, nor the encroachments of age,
nor the advance of death, which cannot be read more
Not even piety will stay wrinkles, nor the encroachments of age,
nor the advance of death, which cannot be resisted.
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
To fine folkes a little ill finely wrapt.
To fine folkes a little ill finely wrapt.
