The epistles of Lucius Ann©¡us Seneca [tr.] with large annotations by T. Morell, 2±Ç

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161 ÆäÀÌÁö - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
182 ÆäÀÌÁö - I say unto you my friends, Be not afraid of them that kill the body, and after that have no more that they can do. But I will forewarn you whom ye shall fear: Fear him, which after he hath killed hath power to cast into hell; yea, I say unto you, Fear him.
145 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thine, O Lord, is the greatness, and the power, and the glory, and the victory, and the majesty : for all that is in the heaven, and in the earth is thine ; thine is the kingdom, O Lord, and thou art exalted as head above all.
181 ÆäÀÌÁö - And the nations of them which are saved shall walk in the light of it : and the kings of the earth do bring their glory and honour into it.
145 ÆäÀÌÁö - Both riches and honour come of thee, and thou reignest over all; and in thine hand is power and might; and in thine hand it is to make great, and to give strength unto all.
85 ÆäÀÌÁö - A good man out of the good treasure of his heart bringeth forth that which is good ; and an evil man out of the evil treasure of his heart bringeth forth that which is evil : for of the abundance of the heart his mouth speaketh.
196 ÆäÀÌÁö - A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
140 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... and dangers of the air and the earth, there are perils by water and perils by fire. This...
140 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... and virtuous men ; as may enable us to encounter the accidents of life with fortitude, and to conform ourfelves to the order of nature, who governs her great kingdom, the world, by continual mutations.
148 ÆäÀÌÁö - I am the vine, ye are the branches: he that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing. If a man abide not in me, he is cast forth as a branch, and is withered; and men gather them, and cast them into the fire, and they are burned.

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