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Page 21 - LET the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, " There is a man child conceived.
Page 643 - There is nothing better for a man, than that he should eat and drink, and that he should make his soul enjoy good in his labour.
Page 376 - Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report ; if there be any virtue, if there be any praise, think on these things.
Page xxvii - And further, by these, my son, be admonished : of making many books there is no end ; and much study is a weariness of the flesh.
Page 121 - For the Lord is our judge, the Lord is our lawgiver, the Lord is our King; he will save us.
Page 280 - And another dieth in the bitterness of his soul, And never eateth with pleasure. They shall lie down alike in the dust, And the worms shall cover them.
Page 460 - Twas I that gave thee thy renown ; Thou hadst, in the forgotten crowd Of common beauties, lived unknown, Had not my verse exhaled thy name, And with it impt the wings of fame. That killing power is none of thine, I gave it to thy voice and eyes ; Thy sweets, thy graces, all are mine ; Thou art my star, shin'st in my skies : Then dart not from thy borrow'd sphere Lightning on him that fix'd thee there.
Page 259 - The devil was sick, the devil a monk would be ; The devil was well, the devil a monk was he.
Page 248 - Good unexpected, evils unforeseen, Appear by turns, as fortune shifts the scene: Some, rais'd aloft, come tumbling down amain; Then fall so hard, they bound and rise again. If Diomede refuse his aid to lend, The great Messapus yet remains our friend: Tolumnius, who foretells events, is ours; Th...