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To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach.

William Cowper

Satire is, more than those he brands, to blame; He hides behind a magisterial air He own offences, and strips others’ bare.
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Bare Behind Blamer Brand Magisterial More Offense Own Satire Strip
This fond attachment to the well-known place Whence first we started into life’s long race.
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Attachment Home Known Life Place Race Start
But oars alone can ne’er prevail To reach the distant coast; The breath of Heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost.
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Alone Heaven Lost Oar Prevail Toil
I venerate the man whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.
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Doctrine Hand Heart Life Man Pure Venerate
[My kitten’s] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.
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Cat Describe Fambol Incredible Kitten
The Spirit breathes upon the Word and brings the truth to sight.
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Begin Breathe Sight Spirit Upon World
Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
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Every Mistakes Reasoning Step Tread
I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?
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Greatly Pity Rum Slavery Sugar
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds: And as the mind is pitch’d the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch’d within us, and the heart replies.
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Air Brisk Ear Heart Martial Melt Mind Music Pease Pitch Soul Sound Sympathy
The path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
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Alone Land Path Sadness Sorrow Unknown
Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock’d in the cradle of the western breeze.
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Hand Rock Spring Tree
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
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Behind Face Frowning Grace Hide Judge Lord Providence Sense
Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head
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Blessing Cloud Courage Fearful Saint Take
A heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.
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Atheism Dear Heretic Regard Something
The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
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Bitter Bud Flower Sweet Taste
A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.
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Creator Made Man Pride Self Worship

To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach.

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To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach.

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