O golden Silence, bid our souls be still,And on the foolish fretting of our careLay thy soft touch of healing unaware!
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Fretting grief the enemy of life.
Edmund SpenserFretting about a dearth of randomness seems like worrying that humanity might use up its last reserves of ignorance.
brian hayesFretting about a dearth of randomness seems like worrying that humanity might use up its last reserves of ignorance.
Fretting about a dearth of randomness seems like worrying that humanity might use up its last reserves of ignorance.
O golden Silence, bid our souls be still, And on the foolish Fretting of our care Lay thy soft touch of healing unaware!
There is nothing so Fretting and vexatious , nothing so justly TERRIBLE to tyrants, and their tools and abettors, as a FREE PRESS.