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Page 102 - By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires; But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
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Page 125 - O God, thy arm was here, And not to us, but to thy arm alone, Ascribe we all. When, without stratagem, But in plain shock, and even play of battle, Was ever known so great and little loss On one part and on the other ? — Take it, God, For it is only thine ! Exe.
Page 491 - I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.