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... heart ; Sacred Felicity doth ne'er extend Beyond itselfe ; in it , all wishes end : The swelling of an outward fortune can Create a profp'rous , not a happy man ; A peacefull Confcience is the true Content , And Wealth is but her golden ...
... heart ; Sacred Felicity doth ne'er extend Beyond itselfe ; in it , all wishes end : The swelling of an outward fortune can Create a profp'rous , not a happy man ; A peacefull Confcience is the true Content , And Wealth is but her golden ...
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... hearts of wicked men unbrested lie , At once abfent , and prefent to them , farre and nigh . It is no flaming luftre , made of light , No fweet concent , or well - tim'd harmonie , Ambrofia , for to feast the appetite , Or flowrie odour ...
... hearts of wicked men unbrested lie , At once abfent , and prefent to them , farre and nigh . It is no flaming luftre , made of light , No fweet concent , or well - tim'd harmonie , Ambrofia , for to feast the appetite , Or flowrie odour ...
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... heart Thy two - edg'd weapon , patience thy fhield , Heaven is thy Chiefetain , and the world thy field . To be afraid to die , or wifh for death , Are words and paffions of defpairing breath : Who doth the first , the day doth faintly ...
... heart Thy two - edg'd weapon , patience thy fhield , Heaven is thy Chiefetain , and the world thy field . To be afraid to die , or wifh for death , Are words and paffions of defpairing breath : Who doth the first , the day doth faintly ...
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... heart , me lift not to report : Blame by honour and honour to defyre . But how may I this honour now attaine , That cannot dye the colour blacke a lyer ? My Poynes , I cannot frame my tune to fayn , To cloke the truth , for praise ...
... heart , me lift not to report : Blame by honour and honour to defyre . But how may I this honour now attaine , That cannot dye the colour blacke a lyer ? My Poynes , I cannot frame my tune to fayn , To cloke the truth , for praise ...
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... heart the Common Wealth apply . I am not he , such eloquence to bost , To make the crow in finging , as the swanne ; Nor call the lyon of coward beasts the most , That cannot take a mouse as the cat can , And he that dyeth for honger of ...
... heart the Common Wealth apply . I am not he , such eloquence to bost , To make the crow in finging , as the swanne ; Nor call the lyon of coward beasts the most , That cannot take a mouse as the cat can , And he that dyeth for honger of ...
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Page 149 - God save him; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home: But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off,— His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience,— That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
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