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... Death provides for the next Life . La Natura , il Tempo , e la Patienza , trè Medici principali . Nature , Time , and Patience , are the three great Phy- ficians . Quando la Nave è perfa tutti fon Piloti . When the Ship is funk every ...
... Death provides for the next Life . La Natura , il Tempo , e la Patienza , trè Medici principali . Nature , Time , and Patience , are the three great Phy- ficians . Quando la Nave è perfa tutti fon Piloti . When the Ship is funk every ...
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... hope to live after his death . Viver all ' antica , e parlar alla moderna . Live as they did of old , fpeak as Men do now . Volgo gran Beftia . The Mob is a terrible Monfler . D Di Di buona Volontà ftà pieno l ' inferno . Hell 55.
... hope to live after his death . Viver all ' antica , e parlar alla moderna . Live as they did of old , fpeak as Men do now . Volgo gran Beftia . The Mob is a terrible Monfler . D Di Di buona Volontà ftà pieno l ' inferno . Hell 55.
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... Death which Hands upon his Shoulders . Quien al cielo efcupe en la cara le cae . He who fpits against Heaven , it falls upon his Face . Quien eftropieça fi no cae , el camiño adelanta . He who fumbles , and falls not , mends his pace ...
... Death which Hands upon his Shoulders . Quien al cielo efcupe en la cara le cae . He who fpits against Heaven , it falls upon his Face . Quien eftropieça fi no cae , el camiño adelanta . He who fumbles , and falls not , mends his pace ...
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... Death lives not . He who Preaches gives Alms . He who pitieth another thinks on himself . Night is the Mother of Counfels . He who once hits will be ever Shooting . He that cockers his Child provides for his Enemy . The Faulty ftands ...
... Death lives not . He who Preaches gives Alms . He who pitieth another thinks on himself . Night is the Mother of Counfels . He who once hits will be ever Shooting . He that cockers his Child provides for his Enemy . The Faulty ftands ...
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... to an ill Confcience . He who makes other Men afraid of his Wit , had need be afraid of their Memories . Riches are but the Baggage of Virtue . He He who defers his Charities till his Death , is English Proverbs . 109.
... to an ill Confcience . He who makes other Men afraid of his Wit , had need be afraid of their Memories . Riches are but the Baggage of Virtue . He He who defers his Charities till his Death , is English Proverbs . 109.
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Page 3 - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer : My joy, my grief, my hope, my love Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair : Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the Sun goes round.
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Page 111 - If the best man's faults were written in his forehead, it would make him pull his hat over his eyes.