For all the ills that men endure Thasian is a certain cure; For any head or stomach ache, Thasian wine I always take, And think it as I home am reeling A present from the god of healing.
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“You are old, father William”, the young man said, “And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head- Do you think, at your age, it is right?”
“In my youth”, father William replied to his son, “I feared it might injure the brain; But now that I’m perfectly sure I have none, Why, I do it again and again”.
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