The Monitor, or The British freeholder, Volumen4

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Página 198 - And when the thousand years are expired, Satan shall be loosed out of his prison, And shall go out to deceive the nations which are in the four quarters of the earth, Gog and Magog, to gather them together to battle: the number of whom is as the sand of the sea.
Página 345 - Their bold and honeft looks prefage They'll be our comfort in old age. And if the babe that fwells my womb, To a propitious birth fhall come, O'erjoy'd I'll blefs the happy day, And call our child America.
Página 489 - When the righteous are in authority, the people rejoice: but when the wicked beareth rule, the people mourn.
Página 496 - ... for I thy servant and son of thine handmaid am a feeble person, and of a short time, and too young for the understanding of judgment and laws. For though a man be never so perfect among the children of men, yet if thy wisdom be not with him, he shall be nothing regarded.
Página 489 - It is not for kings, O Lemuel, it is not for kings to drink wine; nor for princes strong drink: 5 Lest they drink, and forget the law, and pervert the judgment of any of the afflicted.
Página 317 - Till grown the fcorn of man and woman, A pot of beer would buy Doll Common. Mean time, deep fmit...
Página 314 - So pouted, pin'd, grew pale, and wafted : Yet, notwithftanding her condition, Continu'd firm in oppofition. At length a troop of horfe came down, And quarter'd in a neighb'ring town ; The Cornet he was tall and young, And had a moft bewitching tongue.
Página 313 - Had fcratch'd th' impetuous captain's hand, Had torn the lawyer's gown and band, And gold refus'd from knights and...
Página 318 - I never bafely fold ; I am no proftitute for gold ; On my own rents I liv'd before, Nor has my William added more. Wealth is our fcorn ; our humble labours Aim but to ferve, or fave our neighbours.
Página 318 - The offspring of an hohefl bed ; — Here, Senegal, hold up your head : This tawny boy, his parents* boaft, Shall bring us gold from Afric's coaft.

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