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Page 223 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Page 223 - In foreign realms and lands remote, Supported by Thy care, Through burning climes they pass unhurt, And breathe in tainted air.
Page 359 - Here may ye see, that women be In love, meek, kind, and stable; Let never man reprove them than, Or call them variable; But, rather, pray God that we may To them be comfortable; Which sometime proveth such, as He loveth, If they be charitable.
Page 374 - Nor good, nor bad, nor fools, nor wise ; They would not learn, nor could advise : Without love, hatred, joy, or fear, They led a kind of as it were : Nor wish'd, nor car'd, nor laugh'd, nor cried- : And so they liv'd, and so they died.
Page 315 - Deny to have your free-born toe Dragoon'd into a wooden shoe : Are in no plots ; but fairly drive at The public welfare, in your private : And will, for England's glory, try Turks, Jews, and Jesuits to defy, And keep your places till you die.
Page 339 - Be to her virtues very kind ; Be to her faults a little blind ; Let all her ways be unconfin'd ; And clap your padlock on her mind.
Page 190 - Contempt and fury fire their souls by turns, Each nation's glory in each warrior burns, Each fights, as in his arm th...
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