Is cudgelling water that goes back to rest
As soon as you give over your violences.
No, wisdom culls the flowers of the five senses,
Savouring the secret sweetness they afford:
Instead of which he had a Medical Board
Next week, and they would pass him fit. Good Lord!
Well, let all pass.
Well, let all pass.But one must outdo fate,
Wear clothes more modish than the fashion, run
Faster than time, not merely stand and wait;