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The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.
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Attempt the end and never stand to doubt; Nothing's so hard, but search will find it out.
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Lord, 'tis Thy plenty-dropping hand That soils my land; And giv'st me, for my bushel sown, Twice ten for one; Thou mak'st my teeming hen to lay Her egg each day; Besides my healthful ewes to bear Me twins each year; The while the conduits of my kine Run cream, for wine. All these, and better, Thou dost send Me, to this end, That I should render, for my part, A thankful heart...
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If a little labor, little are our gains. Man's fortunes are according to his pains.
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What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve:
The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.
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