One doctor, singly like the sculler plies, The patient struggles, and by inches dies But two physicians, like a pair of oars, Waft him right swiftly to the Stygian shores.
One doctor, singly like the sculler plies, The patient struggles, and by inches dies But two physicians, like a pair of oars, Waft him right swiftly to the Stygian shores.
I stalk about her door like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for wattage.
A custom loathsome to the eye, hateful to the nose, harmful to the brain, dangerous to the lungs, and in the black, stinking fume thereof, nearest resembling the horrible Stygian smoke of the pit that is bottomless.
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