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Sure, deck your limbs in pants, Yours are the limbs, my sweeting. You look divine as you advance . .… Have you seen yourself retreating?
One would be in less danger From the wiles of a stranger If one’s own kin and kith Were more fun to be with.
Enter, breath; Breath, slip out; Blood, be channeled, And wind about. O, blessed breath and blood which…
So Thomas Edison Never drank his medicine; So Blackstone and Hoyle Refused cod-liver oil; So Sir Thomas Malory
Some primal termite knocked on woo… And tasted it, and found it good! And that is why your Cousin May Fell through the parlor floor toda…
He tells you when you’ve got on t… And helps you with your girdle wh…
In fourteen hundred and ninety-two… Someone sailed the ocean blue. Somebody borrowed the fare in Spa… For a business trip on the boundin… And to prove to the people, by act…
Your hopeless patients will live, Your healthy patients will die. I have only this word to give: Wonder, and find out why
My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky; Contrariwise, my blood runs cold When little boys go by. For little boys as little boys,
The doctor gets you when you’re bo… The preacher, when you marry, And the lawyer lurks with costly c… If too much on you carry. Professional men, they have no car…
Some singers sing of ladies’ eyes, And some of ladies lips, Refined ones praise their ladylike… And course ones hymn their hips. The Oxford Book of English Verse
Senescence begins And middle age ends The day your descendents Outnumber your friends.
Now when I have a cold I am careful with my cold, I consult a physician And I do as I am told. I muffle up my torso
Master I may be, But not of my fate. Now come the kisses, too many too… Tell me, O Parcae, For fain would I know,
As I was going to St. Ives I met a man with seven lives; Seven lives, In seven sacks, Like seven beeves