Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, Ready with every nod to tumble down Into the fatal bowels of the deep.
Satan sent her from the bowels of hell, I should have recognized old Jezebel.
Let us not seek our disease out of ourselves; 'tis in us, and planted in our bowels; and the mere fact that we do not perceive ourselves to be sick, renders us more hard to be cured.
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