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Correction is grievous unto him that forsaketh the way: and he that hateth reproof shall die.
Correction is grievous unto him that forsaketh the way: and he that hateth reproof shall die.
A wise son maketh a glad father: but a foolish man despiseth his mother
A wise son maketh a glad father: but a foolish man despiseth his mother
And as for their appearances, they four had one likeness, as if a
wheel had been in the midst read more
And as for their appearances, they four had one likeness, as if a
wheel had been in the midst of a wheel.
And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I
fly away, and be read more
And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I
fly away, and be at rest.
Bless the Lord, O my soul. O Lord my God, thou art very great;
thou art clothed with honour read more
Bless the Lord, O my soul. O Lord my God, thou art very great;
thou art clothed with honour and majesty.
Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretches
out the heavens like a curtain:
Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh
the clouds his chariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind:
Who maketh his angels spirits; his ministers a flaming fire:
Who laid the foundations of the earth, that it should not be
removed for ever.
Lo, this only have I found, that God hath made man upright; but
they have sought out many inventions.
Lo, this only have I found, that God hath made man upright; but
they have sought out many inventions.
Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the Lord will deliver
him in time of trouble.
Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the Lord will deliver
him in time of trouble.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth; the read more
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds
is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the
tender grape, give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one,
and come away.
A single doctor likes a sculler plies,
And all his art and all his physic tries;
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A single doctor likes a sculler plies,
And all his art and all his physic tries;
But two physicians, like a pair of oars,
Conduct you soonest to the Stygian shores.
At this point therefore let us begin our narrative, without
adding any more to what has already been said; read more
At this point therefore let us begin our narrative, without
adding any more to what has already been said; for it would be
foolish to lengthen the preface while cutting short the history
itself.
