If there were dreams to sell, What would you buy? Some cost a passing bell; Some a light sigh, That shakes from Life's fresh crown Only a rose-leaf down. If there were dreams to sell, Merry and sad to tell, And the crier rang the bell, What would you buy?
A cottage lone and still, With bowers nigh, Shadowy, my woes to still, Until I die. Such pearl from Life's fresh crown Fain would I shake me down. Were dreams to have at will, This best would heal my ill, This would I buy.
Little drops of water, Little grains of sand, Make the mighty ocean And the pleasant land.
So the little moments, Humble though they be, Make the mighty ages Of Eternity.
So the little errors Lead the soul away From the paths of virtue Far in sin to stray.
Little deeds of kindness, Little words of love, Help to make earth happy, Like the Heaven above.
Julia A. F. Carney, ""Little Things""
Alice laughed. ""There's no use trying,"" she said: ""one CAN'T believe impossible things.""
""I daresay you haven't had much practice,"" said the Queen. ""When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.""
Lewis Carroll. Through the Looking Glass
From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
Swinburne, ""The Garden of Proserpine""
Dr. Ernest Farrow, a once brilliant neurosurgeon, is sent to County General for a refresher course. Learning that Farrow is paralyzed by self-doubt and recurring nightmares from the death of a patient, Casey attempts to assuage his colleague's fears and coax him back into the operating room.
Student nurse Kathy Evans becomes the victim of an assault in a park near County General. The police are stymied in their search for the perpetrator as the attack has left Kathy with amnesia, which she is secretly faking in order to conceal the details of the crime from her prominent fiance.
The seed of Mustard is the smallest grain, And yet the force thereto is very great, It hath a present power to purge the brain, It adds unto the stomach force and heat: All poison it expels, and it is plain, With sugar 'tis a passing sauce for meat. She that hath hap a husband bad to bury, And is therefore in heart not sad, but merry, Yet if in show good manners she will keep, Onions and Mustard-seed will make her weep.
The Englishmans Doctor. Or, The School of Salerne, Or, Physical observations for the perfect Preserving of the body of Man in continual health
Sir John Harington, 1608
Caroline Bulllard, a dynamic businesswoman, fears her illness is terminal. She decides to liquidate the assets of her company to use as an endowment to County General's research department. The members of Bullard's firm then accuse Casey of malfeasance.
