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Page 273
... King ) shall rise A Son , the Womans Seed to thee foretold , Foretold to Abraham , as in whom shall trust All Nations , and to Kings foretold , of Kings The last , for of his Reign shall be no end . But first a long succession must ...
... King ) shall rise A Son , the Womans Seed to thee foretold , Foretold to Abraham , as in whom shall trust All Nations , and to Kings foretold , of Kings The last , for of his Reign shall be no end . But first a long succession must ...
Page 595
... king and Britain's satraps , do I beguile myself ? or did you wish to be accounted in part mild and gentle , and to balance your crime by an evil piety ? No doubt you were minded to send them to the halls [ 5 ] of high heaven , in a ...
... king and Britain's satraps , do I beguile myself ? or did you wish to be accounted in part mild and gentle , and to balance your crime by an evil piety ? No doubt you were minded to send them to the halls [ 5 ] of high heaven , in a ...
Page 611
... king SIR king , if you shall slay me , a man that abides by the law , that has done naught that is dire to any one , easily , mark you , would you destroy a life full wise , but afterwards you will realize what you have done , and then ...
... king SIR king , if you shall slay me , a man that abides by the law , that has done naught that is dire to any one , easily , mark you , would you destroy a life full wise , but afterwards you will realize what you have done , and then ...
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