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Side 208 - He hath put down the mighty from their seat : and hath exalted the humble and meek.
Side 230 - Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun: 8 But if a man live many years, and rejoice in them all; yet let him remember the days of darkness; for they shall be many.
Side 495 - Many of them also which used curious arts brought their books together, and burned them before all men : and they counted the price of them, and found it fifty thousand pieces of silver.
Side 4 - Atticis reddas incolumem, precor, et serves animae dimidium meae. illi robur et aes triplex circa pectus erat, qui fragilem truci commisit pelago ratem primus...
Side 195 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough.
Side 99 - Curas; et Urbi sollicitus times, Quid Seres et regnata Cyro Bactra parent, Tanaisque discors. Prudens futuri temporis exitum Caliginosa nocte premit deus: Ridetque, si mortalis ultra Fas trepidat.
Side 369 - If I were hungry I would not tell thee : for the world is mine, and the fulness thereof. Will I eat the flesh of bulls, or drink the blood of goats ? Offer unto God thanksgiving; and pay thy vows unto the most high.
Side 218 - Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have Immortal longings in me : Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of...