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423 ページ - Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and on the labour that I had laboured to do : and behold, all was vanity and vexation of spirit, and there was no profit under the sun.
352 ページ - To master John the English maid A hornbook gives of gingerbread; And, that the child may learn the better, As he can name, he eats the letter.
95 ページ - The god of us verse-men (you know Child) the sun, How after his journeys he sets up his rest : If at morning o'er earth 'tis his fancy to run ; At night he reclines on his Thetis's breast.
465 ページ - All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.
465 ページ - The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits.
22 ページ - IN vain you tell your parting lover You wish fair winds may waft him over. Alas ! what winds can happy prove, That bear me far from what I love ? Alas ! what dangers on the main Can equal those that I sustain, From slighted vows, and cold disdain?
465 ページ - I know that, whatsoever God doeth, it shall be for ever: nothing can be put to it, nor any thing taken from it: and God doeth it, that men should fear before him.
474 ページ - And apter utensils their place supply. These things and thou must share one equal lot: Die, and be lost, corrupt, and be forgot; While still another, and another race Shall now supply, and now give up the place: From earth all came, to earth must all return; Frail as the cord, and brittle as the urn.