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Every man hath two birth-days: two days, at least, in every year, which set him upon revolving the lapse of time, as it affects his mortal duration.

Whatsoever thwarts, or puts me out of my way, brings death into my mind.

Independently of the rigours of attendance, I have ever been haunted with a sense (perhaps a mere caprice) of incapacity for business.

How sickness enlarges the dimensions of a man's self to himself! he is his own exclusive object.

Expect no healthy conclusions from me this month, reader; I can offer you only sick men's dreams.