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“What the sun compoundeth, fire analyzeth, not transmuteth. That devouring agent leaves almost always a morsel for the earth, whereof all things are but a colony; and which, if time permits, the mother element will have in their primitive mass again.”

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Book:Urne Burial
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Urne Burial

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Thomas Browne
Thomas Browne

Thomas Browne, born on October 19, 1605 and died on October 19, 1682, was a renowned English doctor, writer, and philosopher of the 17th century. He is known for his profound philosophical thoughts and deep insights into the human existence. more

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