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158 psl. - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
159 psl. - Hath seal'd thee for herself; for thou hast been <» As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing, A man that fortune's buffets and rewards Hath ta'en with equal thanks : and blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger To sound what stop she please.
56 psl. - For the creature was made subject to vanity, not willingly, but by reason of Him who hath subjected the same in hope ; Because the creature itself also shall be delivered from the bondage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God.
308 psl. - Neither do they which go by say, The blessing of the LORD be upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.
320 psl. - Who flagged upon Bochastle's heath, Who shunned to stem the flooded Teith, For twice that day from shore to shore The gallant stag swam stoutly o'er. Few were the stragglers, following far, That reached the lake of Vennachar; And when the Brigg of Turk was won, The headmost horseman rode alone.
156 psl. - We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he, to-day that sheds his blood with me, Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accurs'd, they were not here; And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks, That fought with us upon saint Crispin's day.
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159 psl. - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
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