Reason and Faith, and Other Miscellanies of Henry Rogers

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433 ÆäÀÌÁö - He saved others; himself he cannot save. If he be the King of Israel, let him now come down from the cross, and we will believe him. He trusted in God; let him deliver him now, if he will have him : for he said, I am the Son of God.
395 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further: and here shall thy proud waves be stayed?
380 ÆäÀÌÁö - If I had not done among them the works which none other man did, they had not had sin: but now have they both seen and hated both me and my Father.
12 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sometimes it lieth in pat allusion to a known story, or in seasonable application of a trivial saying, or in forging an apposite tale : sometimes it playeth in words and phrases, taking advantage from the ambiguity of their sense, or the affinity of their sound.
313 ÆäÀÌÁö - There was a man in the land of Uz, whose name was Job; and that man was perfect and upright, and one that feared God, and eschewed evil.
420 ÆäÀÌÁö - It is come, I know not how, to be taken for granted by many persons, that Christianity is not so much as a subject of inquiry, but that it is now at length discovered to be fictitious. And accordingly they treat it as if, in the present age, this were an agreed point among all people of discernment, and nothing remained but to set it up as a principal subject of mirth and ridicule, as it were by way of reprisals for its having so long interrupted the pleasures of the world.
296 ÆäÀÌÁö - Art thou called being a servant '( care not for it : but if thou mayest be made free, use it rather.
78 ÆäÀÌÁö - O Printing! how hast thou disturbed the peace of mankind! That lead, when moulded into bullets, is not so mortal, as when founded into letters. There was a mistake, sure, in the story of Cadmus; and the serpent's teeth, which he sowed, were nothing else but the letters which he invented.
188 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then they essayed to look, but the remembrance of that last thing that the Shepherds had shown them, made their hands shake; by means of which impediment, they could not look steadily through the glass; yet they thought they saw something like the gate, and also some of the glory of the place.
269 ÆäÀÌÁö - Were all books reduced thus to their quintessence, many a bulky author would make his appearance in a penny paper : there would be scarce such a thing in nature as a folio : the works of an age would be contained on a few shelves ; not to mention millions of volumes that would be utterly annihilated.

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