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... With all his covent , honourably receiv'd him ; To whom he gave these words : “ O , father abbot , An old man , broken with the storms of state , 21 Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity !
... With all his covent , honourably receiv'd him ; To whom he gave these words : “ O , father abbot , An old man , broken with the storms of state , 21 Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity !
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Strona 97 - So went to bed : where eagerly his sickness Pursued him still ; and, three nights after this, About the hour of eight, (which he himself Foretold should be his last,) full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
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Strona 86 - Long in his highness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones, When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans
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