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The other service was thy chosen task , To be a liar in four hundred mouths ; For lying is thy sustenance , thy food , Yet thou pretend'st to truth ; all oracles By thee are given , and what confess'd more true Among the nations ? that ...
The other service was thy chosen task , To be a liar in four hundred mouths ; For lying is thy sustenance , thy food , Yet thou pretend'st to truth ; all oracles By thee are given , and what confess'd more true Among the nations ? that ...
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God hath now sent his living oracle Into the world to teach his final will ; And sends his Spirit of truth henceforth to dwell In pious hearts , an inward oracle 66 To all truth requisite for men to know . " Where So spake our Savior ...
God hath now sent his living oracle Into the world to teach his final will ; And sends his Spirit of truth henceforth to dwell In pious hearts , an inward oracle 66 To all truth requisite for men to know . " Where So spake our Savior ...
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But this is got by casting pearl to hogs ; That bawl for freedom in their senseless mood , And still revolt when truth would set them free . License they mean when they cry liberty ; For who loves that , must first be wise and good ...
But this is got by casting pearl to hogs ; That bawl for freedom in their senseless mood , And still revolt when truth would set them free . License they mean when they cry liberty ; For who loves that , must first be wise and good ...
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