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English physicians kill you, the French let you die.
Charles Lamb
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Charles Lamb
Age: 59 †
Born: 1775
Born: February 10
Died: 1834
Died: December 27
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The pilasters reaching down were adorned with a glistering substance (I know not what) under glass (as it seemed), resembling - a homely fancy, but I judged it to be sugar-candy yet to my raised imagination, divested of its homelier qualities, it appeared a glorified candy.
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No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us.
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There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.
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The measure of choosing well, is, whether a man likes and finds good in what he has chosen.
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Some people have a knack of putting upon you gifts of no real value, to engage you to substantial gratitude. We thank them for nothing.
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We all have some taste or other, of too ancient a date to admit of our remembering it was an acquired one.
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A presentation copy...is a copy of a book whoch does not sell, sent you by the author, with his foolish autograph at the beginning of it for which, if a stranger, he only demands your friendship if a brother author, he expects from you a book of yours, which does not sell, in return.
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Man is a gaming animal. He must always be trying to get the better in something or other.
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I like you and your book, ingenious Hone! In whose capacious all-embracing leaves The very marrow of tradition 's shown And all that history, much that fiction weaves.
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It is well if the good man himself does not feel his devotions a little clouded, those foggy sensuous steams mingling with and polluting the pure altar surface.
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Dream not ... of having tasted all the grandeur and wildness of fancy till you have gone mad!
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As half in shade and half in sun This world along its path advances, May that side the sun 's upon Be all that e'er shall meet thy glances!
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If there be a regal solitude, it is a sick-bed. How the patient lords it there!
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