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Pàgina xlix - As may express them best ; though what if earth Be but the shadow of heaven, and things therein Each to other like, more than on earth is thought...
Pàgina 320 - In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too: For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.
Pàgina lxxxvii - It is he that sitteth upon the circle of the earth, and the inhabitants thereof are as grasshoppers; that stretcheth out the heavens as a curtain, and spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in: that bringeth the princes to nothing; he maketh the judges of the earth as vanity.
Pàgina 346 - Sleep, my babe ; thy food and raiment, House and home thy friends provide ; All without thy care or payment, All thy wants are well supplied.
Pàgina 313 - Tis dangerous to provoke a God ! His power and vengeance none can tell ; One stroke of his almighty rod Shall send young sinners quick to hell. Then 'twill for ever be in vain To cry for pardon and for grace : To wish I had my time again, Or hope to see my Maker's face.
Pàgina 316 - LET dogs delight to bark and bite, For God hath made them so; Let bears and lions growl and fight, For 'tis their nature too.
Pàgina lxxiii - Give me the wings of faith to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys, How bright their glories be. 2 Once they were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears; They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears.
Pàgina 320 - How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower...