No princely pomp, no wealthy store, No force to win the victory, No wily wit to salve a sore, No shape to feed each gazing eye; To none of these I yield as thrall. For why my mind doth serve for all.
Patience is sorrow's salve.Charles Churchill The Prophecy of Famine.
salve, magna parens.Hail, mighty parent!
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