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Pàgina 59 - Jesus said unto them, Yet a little while is the light with you. Walk while ye have the light, lest darkness come upon you: for he that walketh in darkness knoweth not whither he goeth. 36 While ye have light, believe in the light, that ye may be the children of light.
Pàgina 382 - A little that a righteous man hath is better than the riches of many wicked.
Pàgina 166 - there's as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it...
Pàgina 315 - Some bring a capon, some a rural cake, Some nuts, some apples; some that think they make The better cheeses, bring 'hem; or else send By their ripe daughters, whom they would commend This way to husbands; and whose baskets bear An emblem of themselves, in plum, or pear.
Pàgina 41 - I know each lane, and every alley green, Dingle, or bushy dell, of this wild wood, And every bosky bourn from side to side, My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood...
Pàgina 155 - The birds without barn Or storehouse are fed, From them let us learn To trust for our bread : His saints what is fitting Shall ne'er be denied, So long as 'tis written, The Lord will provide.
Pàgina 22 - Or the nard in the fire ? Or have tasted the bag of the bee ? O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she! From...
Pàgina 354 - Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well ; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well ; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious.
Pàgina 106 - No strength of our own, Or goodness we claim ; Yet since we have known The Saviour's great name, In this our strong tower For safety we hide, The Lord is our power, The LORD will provide.
Pàgina 183 - The dales for shade, the hilles for breathing space, The trembling groves, the christall running by, And, that which all faire workes doth most aggrace, The art which all that wrought appeared in no place.

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