The invisible hand

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Page 97 - So he fed them according to the integrity of his heart; and guided them by the skilfulness of his hands.
Page 60 - I blessed the Most High, and I praised and honoured him that liveth for ever, whose dominion is an everlasting dominion, and his kingdom is from generation to generation : and all the inhabitants of the earth are reputed as nothing: and he doeth according to his will in the army of heaven, and among the inhabitants of the earth: and none can stay his hand, or say unto him, What doest thou?
Page 97 - Thy way is in the sea, and thy path in the great waters, and thy footsteps are not known.
Page 66 - ... no receipt openeth the heart but a true friend, to whom you may impart griefs, joys, fears, hopes, suspicions, counsels, and whatsoever lieth upon the heart to oppress it, in a kind of civil shrift or confession.
Page 16 - In truth he was a strange and wayward wight, Fond of each gentle, and each dreadful scene, In darkness, and in storm, he found delight : Nor less, than when on ocean-wave serene The southern Sun diffused his dazzling shene.
Page 66 - A principal fruit of friendship is the ease and discharge of the fulness of the heart, which passions of all kinds do cause and induce. We know diseases of stoppings and suffocations are the most dangerous in the body ; and it is not much otherwise in the mind...
Page 53 - Then cometh Simon Peter following him, and went into the sepulchre, and seeth the linen clothes lie, and the napkin, that was about his head, not lying with the linen clothes, but wrapped together in a place by itself.
Page 52 - And Judas also, which betrayed him, knew the place : for Jesus ofttimes resorted thither with his disciples.
Page 33 - That is the best part of beauty, which a picture cannot express ; no, nor the first sight of the life.
Page 92 - For me, no more the path invites Ambition loves to tread ; No more I climb those toilsome heights By guileful Hope misled ; Leaps my fond fluttering heart no more To Mirth's enlivening strain ; For present pleasure soon is o'er, And all the past is vain.

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