God made the world in six days, and then he rested. He then made man and rested again. He then made woman and, since then, neither man, woman, nor anything else has rested.
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Thou art my life, my love, my heart,
The very eyes of me.
Robert Herrick (To Anthea).
As perchance carvers do not faces make,
But that away, which hid them there, do take:
Let crosses so take what hid Christ in thee,