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... reason for it . Dal udire nafce il Sapére , e dal dire Penitenza . From Hearing , comes Wisdom ; and from Speaking , Repentance . La vecchiezza è un mal defiderato da tutti , è la Giovenezza un ben non conofciuto da perfona . Old Age is ...
... reason for it . Dal udire nafce il Sapére , e dal dire Penitenza . From Hearing , comes Wisdom ; and from Speaking , Repentance . La vecchiezza è un mal defiderato da tutti , è la Giovenezza un ben non conofciuto da perfona . Old Age is ...
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... Reasons at large : But Apollo excepted ; and fad fo much Wit , With fuch Eloquence join'd , for that Charge was unfit : Left the injur'd who at his Tribunal appear'd , And put in their Complaints with Intent to be heard , Shou'd feed on ...
... Reasons at large : But Apollo excepted ; and fad fo much Wit , With fuch Eloquence join'd , for that Charge was unfit : Left the injur'd who at his Tribunal appear'd , And put in their Complaints with Intent to be heard , Shou'd feed on ...
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... Reasons for Drinking . GOOD Wine ; a Friend ; or , being dry ; Or , left we should be by and by ; Or , any other Reason why . H LXXIV . Jealoufy . OW much are they deceiv'd who vainly strive By jealous Fears to keep our Flames alive ...
... Reasons for Drinking . GOOD Wine ; a Friend ; or , being dry ; Or , left we should be by and by ; Or , any other Reason why . H LXXIV . Jealoufy . OW much are they deceiv'd who vainly strive By jealous Fears to keep our Flames alive ...
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... Reason can be given , Since Marriage is a holy Thing , That they have none in Heav'n . They have , fays he , no Women there : She quick returns the Jeft ; Women there are , but I'm afraid In Heav'n they have no Priest . ' CXLVIII ...
... Reason can be given , Since Marriage is a holy Thing , That they have none in Heav'n . They have , fays he , no Women there : She quick returns the Jeft ; Women there are , but I'm afraid In Heav'n they have no Priest . ' CXLVIII ...
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... Reasons may be giv'n ; Yea , if bright Phabus gilds the golden Day , Our Thoughts afcend infenfibly to Heav'n ! If ought there be , who own , that is , if there Be any , who will not this Truth deny , None for Parnaffus ' Hill e'er bid ...
... Reasons may be giv'n ; Yea , if bright Phabus gilds the golden Day , Our Thoughts afcend infenfibly to Heav'n ! If ought there be , who own , that is , if there Be any , who will not this Truth deny , None for Parnaffus ' Hill e'er bid ...
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