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Terminal Illness

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My race of glory run, and race of shame,
And I shall shortly be with them at rest.

John Milton

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Whilst my physicians by their love are grown
Cosmographers, and I their map, who lie
Flat on this bed.

John Donne

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Here lies a lady of beauty and high degree.
Of chills and fever she died, of fever and chills,
The delight of her husband, her aunts, an infant of three,
And of medicos marveling sweetly on her ills.

John Crowe Ransom

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For the past two weeks, you’ve been reading about a bad break. Today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth.

Lou Gehrig

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Drawing near her death, she sent most pious thoughts as harbingers to heaven; and her soul saw a glimpse of happiness through the chinks of her sickness-broken body.

Thomas Fuller

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