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... Head , Liver or Reines , Cannot but by annihilating die ; Nor in thir liquid texture mortal wound Receive , no more then can the fluid Aire : All Heart they live , all Head , all Eye , all Eare , All Intellect , all Sense , and as they ...
... Head , Liver or Reines , Cannot but by annihilating die ; Nor in thir liquid texture mortal wound Receive , no more then can the fluid Aire : All Heart they live , all Head , all Eye , all Eare , All Intellect , all Sense , and as they ...
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... head ; piteous amends , unless Be meant , whom I conjecture , our grand Foe Satan , who in the Serpent hath contriv'd Against us this deceit : to crush his head Would be revenge indeed ; which will be lost . By death brought on our ...
... head ; piteous amends , unless Be meant , whom I conjecture , our grand Foe Satan , who in the Serpent hath contriv'd Against us this deceit : to crush his head Would be revenge indeed ; which will be lost . By death brought on our ...
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... head erect thus cry'd aloud , Hitherto , Lords , what your commands impos'd I have performd , as reason was ... heads of all who sate beneath , Lords , Ladies , Captains , Councellors , or Priests , Thir choice nobility and flower , not ...
... head erect thus cry'd aloud , Hitherto , Lords , what your commands impos'd I have performd , as reason was ... heads of all who sate beneath , Lords , Ladies , Captains , Councellors , or Priests , Thir choice nobility and flower , not ...
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