The Poetical Works of John Milton, 2±Ç |
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And his son Herod placed on Judah's throne , Thy throne , but gold , that got him puissant friends ? Therefore , if at great things thou wouldst arrive , Get riches first , get wealth , and treasure heap , Not difficult , if thou ...
And his son Herod placed on Judah's throne , Thy throne , but gold , that got him puissant friends ? Therefore , if at great things thou wouldst arrive , Get riches first , get wealth , and treasure heap , Not difficult , if thou ...
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Satan then urges our Lord respecting his claim to the throne of David ; he tells him , that the kingdom of Judea , being at that time a province of Rome , can not be got possession of without much personal exertion on his part ...
Satan then urges our Lord respecting his claim to the throne of David ; he tells him , that the kingdom of Judea , being at that time a province of Rome , can not be got possession of without much personal exertion on his part ...
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Means I must use , thou say'st , prediction else Will unpredict , and fail me of the throne : My time , I told thee ( and that time for thee Where better farthest off ) , is not yet come : When that comes , think not thou to find me ...
Means I must use , thou say'st , prediction else Will unpredict , and fail me of the throne : My time , I told thee ( and that time for thee Where better farthest off ) , is not yet come : When that comes , think not thou to find me ...
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