The temple, sacred poems and private ejaculations. [With] The synagogue, Volumes 1-21667 |
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... live , Is full as poor as he that needs but five . The way to make thy fon rich , is to fill His mind with reft , before his trunk with riches : For wealth without contentment , climbs a hill To feel those tempefts which fly over ...
... live , Is full as poor as he that needs but five . The way to make thy fon rich , is to fill His mind with reft , before his trunk with riches : For wealth without contentment , climbs a hill To feel those tempefts which fly over ...
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... lives by rule then , keeps good company . 25 Who keeps no guard upon himself , is flack , And rots to nothing at the next great thaw . Man is a fhop of rules , a well - trufs'd pack , Whofe every parcel under - writes a law . Lose not ...
... lives by rule then , keeps good company . 25 Who keeps no guard upon himself , is flack , And rots to nothing at the next great thaw . Man is a fhop of rules , a well - trufs'd pack , Whofe every parcel under - writes a law . Lose not ...
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... live ; Then live , and ufe it : elfe , it is not true That thou haft gotten . Surely ufe alone Makes money not a contemptible ftone . Never exceed thy income . Youth may make Ev'n with the year : but age , if it will hit , Shoots a bow ...
... live ; Then live , and ufe it : elfe , it is not true That thou haft gotten . Surely ufe alone Makes money not a contemptible ftone . Never exceed thy income . Youth may make Ev'n with the year : but age , if it will hit , Shoots a bow ...
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... live on twenty pound a year , nnot on forty : he's a man of pleasure , kind of thing that's for it felf too dear . The curious unthrift makes his clothes too wide , And fpares himself , but would his taylor chide . end not on hopes ...
... live on twenty pound a year , nnot on forty : he's a man of pleasure , kind of thing that's for it felf too dear . The curious unthrift makes his clothes too wide , And fpares himself , but would his taylor chide . end not on hopes ...
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... live . Fathers first enter bonds to natures ends ; And are her fureties , e're they are a friends .. 5 10 IS 20 If thou be fingle , all thy goods and ground Submit to love ; but yet not more than all . Give , one eftate , as one life ...
... live . Fathers first enter bonds to natures ends ; And are her fureties , e're they are a friends .. 5 10 IS 20 If thou be fingle , all thy goods and ground Submit to love ; but yet not more than all . Give , one eftate , as one life ...
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Popular passages
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?