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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472576" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Mind’s Diet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No life worth naming ever comes to good<br>If always nourished on the selfsame food;<br>The creeping mite may live so if he please,<br>And feed on Stilton till he turns to cheese,<br>But cool Magendie proves beyond a doubt,<br>If mammals try it, that their eyes drop out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No reasoning natures find it safe to feed,<br>For their sole diet, on a single creed;<br>It spoils their eyeballs while it spares their tongues,<br>And starves the heart to feed the noisy lungs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the first larvae on the elm are seen,<br>The crawling wretches, like its leaves, are green;<br>Ere chill October shakes the latest down,<br>They, like the foliage, change their tint to brown;<br>On the blue flower a bluer flower you spy,<br>You stretch to pluck it--'tis a butterfly;<br>The flattened tree-toads so resemble bark,<br>They're hard to find as Ethiops in the dark;<br>The woodcock, stiffening to fictitious mud,<br>Cheats the young sportsman thirsting for his blood;<br>So by long living on a single lie,<br>Nay, on one truth, will creatures get its dye;<br>Red, yellow, green, they take their subject's hue,--<br>Except when squabbling turns them black and blue!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</a><div class=q>
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The creeping mite may live so if he please,
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