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... unto him , " Art thou willing , O Damocles , since this life delights thee , thyself to taste this same happiness , and learn by experi- ence my condition ? " When Damocles replied that such was his desire , the king commanded him to be ...
... unto him , " Art thou willing , O Damocles , since this life delights thee , thyself to taste this same happiness , and learn by experi- ence my condition ? " When Damocles replied that such was his desire , the king commanded him to be ...
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... unto my words , and choose me for thy friend , I will lead thee by a most pleasant and easy way , and thou shalt have abundance of all that can cheer and delight thee , and not a pang of sorrow shall rend thy heart . For never shalt ...
... unto my words , and choose me for thy friend , I will lead thee by a most pleasant and easy way , and thou shalt have abundance of all that can cheer and delight thee , and not a pang of sorrow shall rend thy heart . For never shalt ...
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... unto thee , so as to hear thy prayers , thou must be ever careful to pay unto them due respect and worship , and to do all things in such a way as to win their approval . If thou wouldst gather round thee a happy company of faithful ...
... unto thee , so as to hear thy prayers , thou must be ever careful to pay unto them due respect and worship , and to do all things in such a way as to win their approval . If thou wouldst gather round thee a happy company of faithful ...
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... unto the soul . Thus thou seest that care , labour , and diligence are , beyond question , neces- sary for those who would stand well with the gods and men . Ere Virtue had finished speaking , Vice interrupted her words , and with an ...
... unto the soul . Thus thou seest that care , labour , and diligence are , beyond question , neces- sary for those who would stand well with the gods and men . Ere Virtue had finished speaking , Vice interrupted her words , and with an ...
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... unto the gods , loved by their friends , and honoured by their native lands . Amongst my laborious but happy band , envy and malice find no place ; but all are closely knit together by one fair chain of brotherly love , sorrowing and ...
... unto the gods , loved by their friends , and honoured by their native lands . Amongst my laborious but happy band , envy and malice find no place ; but all are closely knit together by one fair chain of brotherly love , sorrowing and ...
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Aldhelm animal appear Arab Archias bamboos beautiful birds Bishop BISHOP OF SHERBORNE Bishop Wilson blessed body branches bright called Catiline Christ Christianity Church Cimbrian war colours columns creatures dark death delight divine doth earth enemy eyes feet fire flowers frequently give glory greatest ground hand happy hath heard heart heaven height helmet of Navarre Herculaneum Himalayas holy honour houses Idumea ISAAC NEWTON king labour Lapland length light living look Lord mind mole morning mountains narch nature nest never night nightingale noble pass Periander person pleasure Pompeii poor praise present racter rein-deer religion rising rock Roman ruins sapadilla seen side snow song soul spirit stone stork sweet thee things thou thought tion travellers trees turn unto voice walls whole WILLIAM OF WYKEHAM wind wisdom wonder Wykeham
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