He that fights and runs away, May turn and fight another day; But he that is in battle slain, Will never rise to fight again.
He that fights and runs away, May turn and fight another day; But he that is in battle slain, Will never rise to fight again.
Through this same man and me hath all this war been wrought, and the death of the most noblest knights of the world; for through our love that we have loved together is my most noble lord slain.
First, her father slain;
Next, Your son gone, and he most violent author
Of his own just remove; the people muddied,
Thick and and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers
For good Polonius' death, and we have done but greenly
In hugger-mugger to inter him; Poor Ophelia
Divided from herself and her fair-judgment,
Without the which we are Pictures or mere beasts;
Last, and as such containing as all these,
Her brother is in secret come from France;
And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
Feeds on his wonder, keep, himself in clouds,
With pestilent speeches of his father's death,
Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd,
Will nothing stick Our person to arraign
In ear and ear.
Imagination, the traitor of the mind, has taken my solitude and slain it.
Now for my own case, I bless the Lord that, for all that hath been said of me, my conscience doth not condemn me. I do not say I am free of sin, but I am at peace with God through a slain Mediator; and I believe that there is no salvation but only in Christ.
See that you buy the field where the Pearl is; sell all, and make a purchase of salvation. Think it not easy: for it is a steep ascent to eternal glory: many are lying dead by the way, slain with security.
If one of two lovers is loyal, and the other jealous and false, how may their friendship last, for Love is slain!
Earth, where we rode to slay or be slain,
Our love shall redeem unto life.
Hast thou slain love with sorrow?
Now though you go on smiling in the sun
Our love is slain, and love and you were one.
If poverty were a man, I would have slain him.
Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypres let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
Although you may spend your life killing, You will not exhaust all your foes. But if you quell your own anger, your real enemy will be slain.
How could you fear a dearth? Have not mankind tho' slain by millions, millions left behind?
Presuming on that lone result
Her infinite disdain
But vanquished her with my defeat
'Twas Victory was slain.
The main reason for the failure of the modern medical science is that it is dealing with results and not causes. Nothing more than the patching up of those attacked and the burying of those who are slain, without a thought being given to the real strong hold.
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