Sonnet 154

The little Love-god lying once asleep,
Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,
Whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keep
Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand
The fairest votary took up that fire
Which many legions of true hearts had warmed;
And so the General of hot desire
Was, sleeping, by a virgin hand disarmed.
This brand she quenched in a cool well by,
Which from Love’s fire took heat perpetual,
Growing a bath and healthful remedy,
For men diseased; but I, my mistress’ thrall,
Came there for cure and this by that I prove,
Love’s fire heats water, water cools not love.

Standing outside Walter Reed National Military Medical Center, Dr. Sean Conley labored to paint a rosy picture of Trump’s health even as he repeatedly dodged questions about whether the president ever needed oxygen or how high his fever went.

Dodge かわす

Trump Doctor’s Rosy Briefing Turns Into Code Red Debacle

Debacle 崩壊

pulmonologist 呼吸器内科医

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