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Стр. 143 - Hark ! Hark ! The dogs do bark, the beggars are coming to town...
Стр. 121 - But he said unto her, Thou speakest as one of the foolish women speaketh. What? shall we receive good at the hand of God, and shall we not receive evil? In all this did not Job sin with his lips.
Стр. 121 - So went Satan forth from the presence of the LORD, and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot unto his crown.
Стр. 120 - And it came to pass on the seventh day, that they said unto Samson's wife, entice thy husband that he may declare unto us the riddle, lest we burn thee and thy father's house with fire. Have ye called us to take that we have ? Is it not so ? And Samson's wife wept before him, and said, Thou dost but hate me, and lovest me not.
Стр. 126 - A continual dropping in a very rainy day and a contentious woman are alike.
Стр. 128 - The grave; and the barren womb; the earth that is not filled with water ; and the fire that saith not, It is enough.
Стр. 198 - Which cause me often for to mourne, Or yet to know what for to say. I am worse then mad or wood, And yet I am loth with her to begin : I feare me I shall neuer make her good, Except I do wrap her in black Morels skin, That can no more drawe at plough ne carte. It shall be to late to call for her kinne, When she beginneth once for to smarte, For little ease thereby she shall winne.
Стр. 277 - Noble man : behold, fellow ; loe, where he goes. Beleevet hee's some unthrift, sayes the poore man, that has lost his money and pawnd his cloathes. How hapt he hath gat neere a coate to his backe ? this bowling I like not; it hath him undone. Ise warrant that fellow in those gay cloathes, he hath his coyne and his doublet won. But when he came before...
Стр. 168 - None there came the eldest to craue, For feare it should turne them to woe. The Father was loth any man to beguile, For he was true and iust withall, Yet there came one within a while, That her demaunded in the Hall. Another there came right soone also, The yongest to haue he would be fayne, Which made the fathers heart full woe, That he and the yongest should parte in twayne.