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Alma appear arms bear beauty bring charms cruel dead dear death delight Dick doubts earth Epigram fair fame fate fear fight fire firſt flow force future give grief hand happy head hear heart Heaven honour hope human juſt kind King Lady land laſt leave lies light live look maid matter mind moſt mourn muſt nature ne'er never night o'er once pain plain pleaſe pleaſure poor pride prove rage reaſon remain reſt riſing ſaid ſay ſee ſenſe ſet ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſon ſoul ſtate ſtill ſuch tears tell thee theſe thing thoſe thou thought thouſand true truth turn various Whilſt whoſe wife wiſe young
Side 128 - I made me great works; I builded me houses; I planted me vineyards: I made me gardens and orchards, and I planted trees in them of all kind of fruits: I made me pools of water, to water therewith the wood that bringeth forth trees...
Side 100 - 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.
Side 100 - He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.
Side 164 - Now when Solomon had made an end of praying, the fire came down from heaven, and consumed the burnt offering and the sacrifices ; and the glory of the Lord filled the house.
Side 215 - Thus talking and scolding, they forward did speed ; And Ralpho pac'd by, under Newman the Swede. Into an old inn did this equipage roll, At a town they call Hodson, the sign of the Bull, Near a nymph with an urn, that divides the highway, And into a puddle throws mother of tea.
Side 27 - DID sweeter sounds adorn my flowing tongue, Than ever man pronounc'd, or angels sung; Had I all knowledge, human and divine, That thought can reach, or science can define; And had I power to give that knowledge birth, In all the speeches of the babbling earth...
Side 14 - Then take Mat's word for it, the sculptor is paid ; That the figure is fine, pray believe your own eye ; Yet credit but lightly what more may be said, For we flatter ourselves, and teach marble to lie.
Side 43 - Spring from his influence darted thence. So from the middle of the world The sun's prolific rays are hurl'd : Tis from that seat he darts those beams, Which quicken earth with genial flames.
Side 227 - Of all the gifts the gods afford (If we may take old Tully's word) The greatest is a friend; whose love Knows how to praise, and when reprove : From such a treasure never part, But hang the jewel on your heart: And, pray, sir, (it delights me) tell; You know this author mighty well...