The temple, sacred poems and private ejaculations. [With] The synagogue, Volumes 1-21667 |
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... make us ftrive , who shall fing beft thy Name . Turn their eyes hither , who shall make a gain : Theirs , who fhall burt themfelves or me , refrain . 000000000000 [ 4 ] The 1 pretium voo Williams Waddon & το πεος τίμος μελέτη τα.
... make us ftrive , who shall fing beft thy Name . Turn their eyes hither , who shall make a gain : Theirs , who fhall burt themfelves or me , refrain . 000000000000 [ 4 ] The 1 pretium voo Williams Waddon & το πεος τίμος μελέτη τα.
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... fhall fing beft thy Name . Turn their eyes hither , who shall make a gain : Theirs , who fhall burt themselves or me , refrain . 060000 : 000000 [ * 4 ] The [ :) ++++++++ tttttte 1 ) The Titles of the +++++++ : +++++++ t.
... fhall fing beft thy Name . Turn their eyes hither , who shall make a gain : Theirs , who fhall burt themselves or me , refrain . 060000 : 000000 [ * 4 ] The [ :) ++++++++ tttttte 1 ) The Titles of the +++++++ : +++++++ t.
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... gain : But the cheap fwearer through his open fluce 5 Lets his foul run for nought , as little fearing : Were I an Epicure , I could bate fwearing . When thou doft tell anothers jeft , therein Omit the oaths , which true wit cannot need ...
... gain : But the cheap fwearer through his open fluce 5 Lets his foul run for nought , as little fearing : Were I an Epicure , I could bate fwearing . When thou doft tell anothers jeft , therein Omit the oaths , which true wit cannot need ...
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... gain on thee , and make thee dim To all things elfe . Wealth is the conjurers devil ; Whom when he thinks he hath , the devil hath him . Gold thou maift fafely touch ; but if it stick Unto thy hands , it woundeth to the quick . What ...
... gain on thee , and make thee dim To all things elfe . Wealth is the conjurers devil ; Whom when he thinks he hath , the devil hath him . Gold thou maift fafely touch ; but if it stick Unto thy hands , it woundeth to the quick . What ...
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... gain , but fport . Who plays for more Than he can lofe with pleasure , ftakes his heart : erhaps his wives too , and whom fhe hath bore : ervants and churches alfo play their part . Only a herald , who that way doth pafs , ་ Finds his ...
... gain , but fport . Who plays for more Than he can lofe with pleasure , ftakes his heart : erhaps his wives too , and whom fhe hath bore : ervants and churches alfo play their part . Only a herald , who that way doth pafs , ་ Finds his ...
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Page 91 - Each creature hath a wisdom for his good. The pigeons feed their tender offspring crying, When they are callow ; but withdraw their food, When they are fledged, that need may teach them flying.
Page 78 - For us, the winds do blow, The earth doth rest, heaven move, and fountains flow; Nothing we see, but means our good, As our delight, or as our treasure; The whole is either our cupboard of food, Or cabinet of pleasure.
Page 91 - Sir, said she, Tell me, I pray, whose hands are those ? But thou shalt answer, Lord, for me. Then Money came, and chinking still, What tune is this, poor man ? said he : I heard in Music you had skill...
Page 74 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Page 150 - Into thy face, Thou art grown fair and full of grace, Much in request, much sought for as a good. For we do now behold thee gay and glad, As at doomsday, When souls shall wear their new array, And all thy bones with beauty shall be clad.
Page 149 - Will not grow bright and clean. A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine: Who sweeps a room, as for Thy laws, Makes that and the action fine. This is the famous stone That turneth all to gold : For that which God doth touch and own Cannot for less be told.
Page 119 - The Collar I struck the board, and cry'd, No more. I will abroad. What? shall I ever sigh and pine? My lines and life are free; free as the rode, Loose as the winde, as large as store. Shall I be still in suit? Have I no harvest but a thorn To let me bloud, and not restore What I have lost with cordiall fruit? Sure there was wine...
Page 24 - I straight return'd, and, knowing his great birth, Sought him accordingly in great resorts ; In cities, theatres, gardens, parks, and courts : At length I heard a ragged noise and mirth Of theeves and murderers : there I him espied, "Who straight Your suit is granted, said, and died.
Page 130 - The late-past frosts tributes of pleasure bring. Grief melts away Like snow in May, As if there were no such cold thing. Who would have thought my shrivelled heart Could have recovered greenness?