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Faith Works Miracles. At Least It Allows Time For Them.

It's Past Parsons To Console Us: No, Nor No Doctor Fetch For Me: I Can Die Without My Bolus; Two Of A Trade, Lass, Never Agree! Parson And Doctor!--don't They Love Rarely Fighting The Devil In Other Men's Fields! Stand Up Yourself And Match Him Fairly: Then See How The Rascal Yields!

The Sun Is Coming Down To Earth, And The Fields And The Waters Shout To Him Golden Shouts.

Woman's Reason Is In The Milk Of Her Breasts.

Perfect Simplicity Is Unconsciously Audacious.