How Sickness Enlarges The Dimension Of A

Satire Does Not Look Pretty Upon A Tombstone.

How Sickness Enlarges The Dimension Of A Man’s Self To Himself!

There Is Not In The Wide World A Valley So Sweet As That Vale In Whose Bosom The Bright Waters Meet.

If There Be A Regal Solitude, It Is A Sick-bed. How The Patient Lords It There!

No Work Is Worse Than Overwork; The Mind Preys On Itself,--the Most Unwholesome Of Food.