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Page 135
... perhaps more valid Armes , Weapons more violent , when next we meet , May serve to better us , and worse our foes , Or equal what between us made the odds , In Nature none : if other hidd'n cause Left them Superiour , while we can ...
... perhaps more valid Armes , Weapons more violent , when next we meet , May serve to better us , and worse our foes , Or equal what between us made the odds , In Nature none : if other hidd'n cause Left them Superiour , while we can ...
Page 244
... perhaps When God descended , and perhaps once more To sound at general Doom . Th ' Angelic blast Filld all the Regions : from thir blissful Bowrs Of Amarantin Shade , Fountain or Spring , By the waters of Life , where ere they sate In ...
... perhaps When God descended , and perhaps once more To sound at general Doom . Th ' Angelic blast Filld all the Regions : from thir blissful Bowrs Of Amarantin Shade , Fountain or Spring , By the waters of Life , where ere they sate In ...
Page 382
... perhaps to set thee free . Sam . Brethren farewel , your company along I will not wish , lest it perhaps offend them To see me girt with Friends ; and how the sight Of mee as of a common Enemy , So dreaded once , may now exasperate them ...
... perhaps to set thee free . Sam . Brethren farewel , your company along I will not wish , lest it perhaps offend them To see me girt with Friends ; and how the sight Of mee as of a common Enemy , So dreaded once , may now exasperate them ...
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