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Page 29 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions : I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Page 184 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Page 132 - Men will wrangle for religion; write for it, fight for it; die for it; anything but live for it.
Page 2 - ... their trilling throats would split with merriment. Bees and butterflies sipped and sucked the early fresh-born flowers. The thrifty ant quitted her earthy home, and again sought the replenishment of her store ; and even that dull laggard the spotted toad, roused him from his long, long sleep, and croaked in doleful cadence his heart-felt satisfaction. Not a creature, not a thing — not even the meanest wild flower that grew unnoticed or uncared for — but looked the very type of unalloyed,...