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Strana 101
While we look up to Heaven , we confound Knowledge with knowledge . Oh , I am in a mist ! Vittoria Oh , happy they that never saw the court , Nor ever knew great men but by report ! Flamineo I recover like a spent taper , for a flash ...
While we look up to Heaven , we confound Knowledge with knowledge . Oh , I am in a mist ! Vittoria Oh , happy they that never saw the court , Nor ever knew great men but by report ! Flamineo I recover like a spent taper , for a flash ...
Strana 195
If any wretch hath put this in your head , Let heaven requite it with the serpent's curse ! For , if she be not honest , chaste , and true , There's no man happy ; the purest of their wives Is foul as slander . Bid her come hither .
If any wretch hath put this in your head , Let heaven requite it with the serpent's curse ! For , if she be not honest , chaste , and true , There's no man happy ; the purest of their wives Is foul as slander . Bid her come hither .
Strana 285
1 John ii 15-17 And I saw a new heaven and a new earth : for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away ; and there was no more sea . And I John saw the holy city , new Jerusalem , coming down from God out of heaven ...
1 John ii 15-17 And I saw a new heaven and a new earth : for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away ; and there was no more sea . And I John saw the holy city , new Jerusalem , coming down from God out of heaven ...
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