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... house is on fire carry Water to : your own . Poco cibo , & neffun affanno Sanità nel corpo fanno . Spare Diet and no Trouble keep a Man in good health . Chi non fi vuol affaticare in quefto mondo , non ci nafca . He that will have no ...
... house is on fire carry Water to : your own . Poco cibo , & neffun affanno Sanità nel corpo fanno . Spare Diet and no Trouble keep a Man in good health . Chi non fi vuol affaticare in quefto mondo , non ci nafca . He that will have no ...
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... house . Corteggiano fchiavo della catena d ' oro . A Courtier is a Slave in a golden Chain . Cucina picciola fà la cafa grande . A little Kitchin makes ( or builds ) a large Houfe . Habbi pur fiorini , che troverai Cugini . Have Money ...
... house . Corteggiano fchiavo della catena d ' oro . A Courtier is a Slave in a golden Chain . Cucina picciola fà la cafa grande . A little Kitchin makes ( or builds ) a large Houfe . Habbi pur fiorini , che troverai Cugini . Have Money ...
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... House three Stories high . Il bello del gioco è , il far fatti , e parlar poco . The best of the Game is , to do ones bufinefs and talk little of it . L'Italiano è Saggio inanzi al fatto , il Todefco nel fatto , e l ' Francefe doppo il ...
... House three Stories high . Il bello del gioco è , il far fatti , e parlar poco . The best of the Game is , to do ones bufinefs and talk little of it . L'Italiano è Saggio inanzi al fatto , il Todefco nel fatto , e l ' Francefe doppo il ...
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... house ; No body cares for it at his own . Chi prattica co ' Grandi , l'ultimo à tavola , e'l primo à ftrapazzi . He who keeps Company with Great_Men is the laft at the Table , and the firft at any Toil or Danger . Ogni uno hà il fuo ...
... house ; No body cares for it at his own . Chi prattica co ' Grandi , l'ultimo à tavola , e'l primo à ftrapazzi . He who keeps Company with Great_Men is the laft at the Table , and the firft at any Toil or Danger . Ogni uno hà il fuo ...
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... house without a fault in the next world . Dimmi la Vita che fai , E ti dirò la morte che farai . Tell me what Life you lead , and I will tell you how you fhall die . Poco in alto fale chi penfa folo à questa Vita mortale . He is in a ...
... house without a fault in the next world . Dimmi la Vita che fai , E ti dirò la morte che farai . Tell me what Life you lead , and I will tell you how you fhall die . Poco in alto fale chi penfa folo à questa Vita mortale . He is in a ...
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