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... fall not out with the bad . Chi butta il fuo colle mani lo và poi cercando cò piedi . He who throws away his Eftate with his hands , goes afterwards to pick it up on his feet . Trifte la cà che da vecchio non fà . ' Tis a bad Houfe that ...
... fall not out with the bad . Chi butta il fuo colle mani lo và poi cercando cò piedi . He who throws away his Eftate with his hands , goes afterwards to pick it up on his feet . Trifte la cà che da vecchio non fà . ' Tis a bad Houfe that ...
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... falls upon own head . Chi mi ne fà una , non me ne farà due . bis He who plays me one Trick fhall not play me a fecond . Fai che devi , e fegua cio che puole . Do what you ought , and let what will come on it . Facendo fallo s'impara ...
... falls upon own head . Chi mi ne fà una , non me ne farà due . bis He who plays me one Trick fhall not play me a fecond . Fai che devi , e fegua cio che puole . Do what you ought , and let what will come on it . Facendo fallo s'impara ...
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... falls not down in hafte . Ciò di buon haverà il givoco , fe farà poco . The best thing in Gaming is , that it be but little us'd . Il givoco , donne , e vino confuman l'huomo ri- dendo . Play , Women , and Wine , make a Man laugh till ...
... falls not down in hafte . Ciò di buon haverà il givoco , fe farà poco . The best thing in Gaming is , that it be but little us'd . Il givoco , donne , e vino confuman l'huomo ri- dendo . Play , Women , and Wine , make a Man laugh till ...
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... fall of course . Chi perde à raggione non perde nulla . He that parts with what he ought , lofes nothing by the Shift . Perdona à gli altri , mà niente à te , Forgive every Man's faults except your own . Il Perdonare è Vendetta divina ...
... fall of course . Chi perde à raggione non perde nulla . He that parts with what he ought , lofes nothing by the Shift . Perdona à gli altri , mà niente à te , Forgive every Man's faults except your own . Il Perdonare è Vendetta divina ...
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... fall asleep . Tavola ladro fecreto il fuo Padron manda allo Spedale . The Table , a fecret Thief , fends its Mafter to the Hofpital . A tela ordita Dio manda il filo . Begin your Web , and God will supply you with Thread . Mal delibera ...
... fall asleep . Tavola ladro fecreto il fuo Padron manda allo Spedale . The Table , a fecret Thief , fends its Mafter to the Hofpital . A tela ordita Dio manda il filo . Begin your Web , and God will supply you with Thread . Mal delibera ...
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