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Сторінка 79 - I, AB, do swear, That I do from my heart abhor, detest, and abjure, as impious and heretical, that damnable doctrine and position, That princes excommunicated or deprived by the pope, or any authority of the see of Rome, may be deposed or murdered by their subjects, or any other whatsoever.
Сторінка 79 - I do declare, that no foreign prince, person, prelate, state, or potentate hath, or ought to have, any jurisdiction, power, superiority, pre-eminence, or authority ecclesiastical or spiritual, within this realm: So help me God.
Сторінка 197 - JACK and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down and broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after.
Сторінка 55 - As I in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow, Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow ; And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near, A pretty babe all burning bright did in the air appear, Who scorched with exceeding heat such floods of tears did shed, As though His floods should quench His flames with what His tears were fed ; Alas...
Сторінка 349 - The year's at the spring And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn: God's in his heaven — All's right with the world!
Сторінка 764 - A new Theresa will hardly have the opportunity of reforming a conventual life, any more than a new Antigone will spend her heroic piety in daring all for the sake of a brother's burial : the medium in which their ardent deeds took shape is forever gone.
Сторінка 42 - Hoist up sail, while gale doth last, Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure ; Seek not time when time is past, Sober speed is wisdom's leisure : After-wits are dearly bought, Let thy fore-wit guide thy thought.
Сторінка 56 - My conscience is my crown, Contented thoughts, my rest ; My heart is happy in itself, My bliss is in my breast. Enough I reckon wealth, A mean the surest lot; That lies too high for base contempt, Too low for envy's shot. My wishes are but few, All easy to fulfil : I make the limits of my power The bounds unto my will.
Сторінка 214 - Many daughters have done virtuously, But thou excellest them all. Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: But a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised. Give her of the fruit of her hands ; And let her own works praise her in the gates.
Сторінка 194 - I also admit the Holy Scriptures, according to that sense which our Holy Mother the Church has held and does hold, to which it belongs to judge of the true sense and interpretation of the Scriptures. Neither will I ever take and interpret them otherwise than according to the unanimous consent of the Fathers.

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