The High Hill of the Muses |
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Strana 139
Jesu , the mad days that I have spent ! and to see how many of mine old acquaintance are dead ! Silence We shall all follow , cousin . Shallow Certain , ' tis certain ; very sure , very sure : death , as the Psalmist saith , is certain ...
Jesu , the mad days that I have spent ! and to see how many of mine old acquaintance are dead ! Silence We shall all follow , cousin . Shallow Certain , ' tis certain ; very sure , very sure : death , as the Psalmist saith , is certain ...
Strana 262
And the servants of David feared to tell him that the child was dead : for they said , Behold , while the child was yet alive , we spake unto him , and he would not hearken unto our voice : how will he then vex himself , if we tell ...
And the servants of David feared to tell him that the child was dead : for they said , Behold , while the child was yet alive , we spake unto him , and he would not hearken unto our voice : how will he then vex himself , if we tell ...
Strana 262
And the servants of David feared to tell him that the child was dead : for they said , Behold , while the child was yet alive , we spake unto him , and he would not hearken unto our voice : how will he then vex himself , if we tell ...
And the servants of David feared to tell him that the child was dead : for they said , Behold , while the child was yet alive , we spake unto him , and he would not hearken unto our voice : how will he then vex himself , if we tell ...
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