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... RICHARD BAXTER . 1615-1691 . I preached as never sure to preach again , And as a dying man to dying men . Love breathing Thanks and Praise . 1 Compare Butler , Hudibras . Page 217 . MARQUIS OF MONTROSE . 1612-1650 . He either fears his.
... RICHARD BAXTER . 1615-1691 . I preached as never sure to preach again , And as a dying man to dying men . Love breathing Thanks and Praise . 1 Compare Butler , Hudibras . Page 217 . MARQUIS OF MONTROSE . 1612-1650 . He either fears his.
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... Hudibras . Part i . Canto i . Line 11 . We grant , although he had much wit , He was very shy of using it . Line 45 . Beside , ' t is known he could speak Greek As naturally as pigs squeak ; That Latin was no more difficile Than to a ...
... Hudibras . Part i . Canto i . Line 11 . We grant , although he had much wit , He was very shy of using it . Line 45 . Beside , ' t is known he could speak Greek As naturally as pigs squeak ; That Latin was no more difficile Than to a ...
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... Hudibras . Part i . Canto i . Line 161 . " T was Presbyterian true blue . Line 191 . And prove their doctrine orthodox , By apostolic blows and knocks . As if religion was intended Line 199 . For nothing else but to be mended . Line 205 ...
... Hudibras . Part i . Canto i . Line 161 . " T was Presbyterian true blue . Line 191 . And prove their doctrine orthodox , By apostolic blows and knocks . As if religion was intended Line 199 . For nothing else but to be mended . Line 205 ...
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... Hudibras . Part i . Canto iii . Line 1 . Nor do I know what is become Of him , more than the Pope of Rome . He had got a hurt O ' the inside , of a deadlier sort . Line 263 . Line 309 . With mortal crisis doth portend My days to ...
... Hudibras . Part i . Canto iii . Line 1 . Nor do I know what is become Of him , more than the Pope of Rome . He had got a hurt O ' the inside , of a deadlier sort . Line 263 . Line 309 . With mortal crisis doth portend My days to ...
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... Hudibras . Part ii . Canto i . Line 23 . Some have been beaten till they know What wood a cudgel ' s of by th ' blow ; Some kicked until they can feel whether A shoe be Spanish or neat's leather . Line 221 . No Indian prince has to his ...
... Hudibras . Part ii . Canto i . Line 23 . Some have been beaten till they know What wood a cudgel ' s of by th ' blow ; Some kicked until they can feel whether A shoe be Spanish or neat's leather . Line 221 . No Indian prince has to his ...
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