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• Even God's providence Seeming estrang'd. -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- The Bridge of Sigh
• One more unfortunate Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- The Bridge of Sigh...
• Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair!
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- The Bridge of Sigh...
• Christian life consists of faith and charity. -- Martin Luthe
• No sun, no moon, no morn, no noon, No dawn, no dusk, no proper time of day, .
  . . . . . No road, no street, no t' other side the way, ....
• She stood breast-high amid the corn Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- Ruth...
• There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be,-- In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea, Or in the wide desert where no life is found.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- Sonnet, Silence...
• CHEMICAL ENGINEERS do it under a fume hood
• Everything under the sun is in tune, but the sun is eclipsed by the moon.