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Side 158 - But when they knew that he was a Jew, all with one voice about the space of two hours cried out, Great is Diana of the Ephesians.
Side 167 - If then it succeed not, cast not away the quills yet, nor scratch the wainscot; beat not the poor desk, but bring all to the forge and file again, turn it anew.
Side 165 - So that we may conclude wheresoever manners and fashions are corrupted, language is. It imitates the public riot. The excess of feasts and apparel are the notes of a sick state ; and the wantonness of language, of a sick mind.
Side 146 - That an elephant, in 1630, came hither ambassador from the great Mogul, who could both write and read, and was every day allowed twelve cast of bread, twenty quarts of canary sack, besides nuts and almonds the citizens wives sent him.
Side 79 - Then Apollyon straddled quite over the whole breadth of the way, and said, I am void of fear in this matter; prepare thyself to die; for I swear by my infernal den, that thou shalt go no further; here will I spill thy soul.
Side 106 - Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away!
Side 27 - Thus, under the sway of Yima, six hundred winters passed away, and the earth was replenished with flocks and herds, with men and dogs and birds and with red blazing fires, and there was room no more for flocks, herds, and men.
Side 116 - CEchalian king,) Because he proudly durst affirm he could more sweetly sing Than that Pierian race of Jove ; who, angry with his vaunt, Bereft his eyesight, and his song, that did the ear enchant, And of his skill to touch his harp disfurnished his hand.