Elegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy.
He that runs may read.
To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach.
I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?
Tea - the cups that cheer but not inebriate.
But, oh, Thou bounteous Giver of all good, Thou art, of all Thy gifts, Thyself thy crown!