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To whom the Son of God : " Who brought me hither , Will bring me hence ; no other guide I seek . ¡± " By miracle he may , " replied the swain ; " What other way I see not ; for we here Live on tough roots and stubs , to thirst inured ...
To whom the Son of God : " Who brought me hither , Will bring me hence ; no other guide I seek . ¡± " By miracle he may , " replied the swain ; " What other way I see not ; for we here Live on tough roots and stubs , to thirst inured ...
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I seek not mine , but his Who sent me ; and thereby witness whence I am . ¡± To whom the tempter , murmuring , thus replied : " Think not so slight of glory ; therein least 52 REGAINED . PARADISE.
I seek not mine , but his Who sent me ; and thereby witness whence I am . ¡± To whom the tempter , murmuring , thus replied : " Think not so slight of glory ; therein least 52 REGAINED . PARADISE.
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Much of the soul they talk , but all awry , And in themselves seek virtue ; and to themselves All glory arrogate , to God give none ; Rather accuse him under usual names , Fortune and Fate , as one regardless quite Of mortal things .
Much of the soul they talk , but all awry , And in themselves seek virtue ; and to themselves All glory arrogate , to God give none ; Rather accuse him under usual names , Fortune and Fate , as one regardless quite Of mortal things .
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