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Xviii
Xviii: St. 1. Pluck one thread, and the web ye mar; Break but one Of a thousand keys, and the paining jar Through all will run.
Xxxvi
Xxxvi: No, no, I'm sure, My restless spirit never could endure To brood so long upon one luxury, Unless it did, though fearfully, espy A…
Xii
Xii: Through the black night and driving rain A ship is struggling, all in vain, To live upon the stormy main ;- Miserere Domine!
Xvii
Xvii: He that will not when he may, When he will he shall have nay.
Xxv
Xxv: Speak low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low, Lest I should fear and fall, and miss Thee so Who…
Xxiii
Xxiii: Conscia mens recti famæ mendacia risit: Sed nos in vitium credula turba sumus. The mind conscious of innocence despises false…
Xcviii
Xcviii: Dabit deus his quoque finem. God will put an end to these also.
Xxxiii
Xxxiii: Non est diuturna possessio in quam gladio ducimus; beneficiorum gratia sempiterna est. That possession which we gain by the sword…
Xlviii
Xlviii: O terque quaterque beati. O thrice, four times happy they!
Xxxix
Xxxix: Obsequium amicos, veritas odium parit. Obsequiousness begets friends; truth, hatred.
Xxiv
Xxiv: Hæ nugæ seria ducent In mala. These trifles will lead to serious mischief.
Xxvi
Xxvi: Qui semel a veritate deflexit, hic non majore religione ad perjurium quam ad mendacium perduci consuevit. He who has once deviated…
Xvi
Xvi: Der Blick des Forschers fand Nicht selten mehr, als er zu finden wünschte. The eye of Paul Pry often finds more than he wished to find.