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الصفحة 528 - Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye compass sea and land to make one proselyte; and when he is made, ye make him twofold more the child of hell than yourselves.
الصفحة 11 - This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God; having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away.
الصفحة 528 - And he said unto them in his doctrine, Beware of the scribes, which love to go in long clothing, and love salutations in the market-places, 39 And the chief seats in the synagogues, and the uppermost rooms at feasts : 40 Which devour widows' houses, and for a pretence make long prayers: these shall receive greater damnation.
الصفحة 351 - Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow Which thy frozen bosom bears, On whose tops the pinks that grow, Are of those that April wears. But first set my poor heart free, Bound in those icy chains by thee.
الصفحة 348 - Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow ; You shall perhaps not do it to-morrow : Best, while you have it, use your breath ; There is no drinking after death.
الصفحة 351 - TAKE, O take those lips away That so sweetly were forsworn, And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, Bring again — Seals of love, but sealed in vain...
الصفحة 531 - And ought not this woman being a daughter of Abraham, whom Satan hath bound, lo these eighteen years; be loosed from this bond on the Sabbath day?
الصفحة 396 - So pitifull a thing is suters state ! Most miserable man, whom wicked fate Hath brought to Court, to sue for had-ywist, That few have found, and manie one hath mist! Full little knowest thou, that hast not tride, What hell it is, in suing long to bide : To loose good dayes, that might be better spent...