Works, 3 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... nature's , thefe are ours : this thorn Doth to our rofe of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the fhow and feal of nature's truth , Where love's ftrong paffion is imprefs'd in youth ; By our ...
... nature's , thefe are ours : this thorn Doth to our rofe of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the fhow and feal of nature's truth , Where love's ftrong paffion is imprefs'd in youth ; By our ...
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... natural line of par- tition . The fide next the Adriatic was denominated the Higher Italy , and the other fide the Lower . And the two feas followed the fame terms of diftinction ; the Adriatic being called the Upper fea , and the ...
... natural line of par- tition . The fide next the Adriatic was denominated the Higher Italy , and the other fide the Lower . And the two feas followed the fame terms of diftinction ; the Adriatic being called the Upper fea , and the ...
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... nature From her unaidable eftate ; we must not So ftain our judgment , or corrupt our hope , To prostitute our paft - cure malady To empirics ; or to diffever fo Our great felf and our credit , to esteem A fenfelefs help , when help ...
... nature From her unaidable eftate ; we must not So ftain our judgment , or corrupt our hope , To prostitute our paft - cure malady To empirics ; or to diffever fo Our great felf and our credit , to esteem A fenfelefs help , when help ...
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... nature fhe's immediate heir ; And these breed honour . That is honour's fcorn , Which challenges itfelf as honour's born , And is not like the fire . Honours beft thrive , When rather from our acts we them derive Than our foregoers ...
... nature fhe's immediate heir ; And these breed honour . That is honour's fcorn , Which challenges itfelf as honour's born , And is not like the fire . Honours beft thrive , When rather from our acts we them derive Than our foregoers ...
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... natures . Farewell , Monfieur ; I have spoken better of you , than you have or will deserve at my hand , but we must do good against evil . [ Exit . Par . An idle Lord , I swear .. Ber . I think fo . Par . Why , do you not know him ...
... natures . Farewell , Monfieur ; I have spoken better of you , than you have or will deserve at my hand , but we must do good against evil . [ Exit . Par . An idle Lord , I swear .. Ber . I think fo . Par . Why , do you not know him ...
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