Is Brutus sick, and is it physical
To walk unbraced and suck up the humors
Of the read more

Is Brutus sick, and is it physical
To walk unbraced and suck up the humors
Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick,
And will he steal out of his wholesome bed
To dare the vile contagion of the night,
And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air,
To add unto his sickness?

An' I thowt 'twur the will o' the Lord, but Miss Annie she said
it wur draains,
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An' I thowt 'twur the will o' the Lord, but Miss Annie she said
it wur draains,
For she hedn't naw coomfut in 'er, an' arn'd naw thanks fur 'er
paains.

The best of remedies is a beefsteak
Against sea-sickness; try it, sir, before
You sneer, and I read more

The best of remedies is a beefsteak
Against sea-sickness; try it, sir, before
You sneer, and I assure you this is true,
For I have found it answer--so may you.

I've known my lady (for she loves a tune)
For fevers take an opera in June:
And, read more

I've known my lady (for she loves a tune)
For fevers take an opera in June:
And, though perhaps you'll think the practice bold,
A midnight park is sov'reign for a cold.

Sick now? droop now? This sickness doth infect
The very lifeblood of our enterprise.

Sick now? droop now? This sickness doth infect
The very lifeblood of our enterprise.

Most of the time we think we're sick, it's all in the mind.

Most of the time we think we're sick, it's all in the mind.

I've that within for which there are no plasters.

I've that within for which there are no plasters.

He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
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He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did shake. 'Tis true, this god did shake.
His coward lips did from their color fly,
And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world
Did lose his luster.

I enjoy convalescence. It is the part that makes the illness
worth while.

I enjoy convalescence. It is the part that makes the illness
worth while.