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Page 246 - Whose adorning, let it not be that outward adorning of plaiting the hair, and of wearing of gold, or of putting on of apparel; but let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible ; even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of GOD of great price.
Page 25 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Page 14 - Behold, even as the eyes of servants look unto the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress : even so our eyes wait upon the Lord our God, until he have mercy upon us.
Page 345 - Every moving thing that liveth shall be meat for you ; even as the green herb have I given you all things. But flesh with the life thereof, which is the blood thereof, shall ye not eat.
Page 543 - MS Here lyeth buried so much as could dye of ANXE, the wife of IZAAK WALTON; Who was a Woman of remarkable prudence, and of the Primitive Piety ; her great, and general, Knowledge being adorned with such true Humility, and blest with so much Christian Meekness as made her worthy of a more memorable monument. She dyed (alas that she is dead !) the 17th of April, 1662, Aged 52. Study to be like her.
Page 25 - Lord, I am not high-minded : I have no proud looks. 2 I do not exercise myself in great matters : which are too high for me. 3 But I refrain my soul, and keep it low, like as a child that is weaned from his mother : yea, my soul is even as a weaned child.
Page 9 - He that heareth you heareth me; and he that despiseth you despiseth me; and he that despiseth me despiseth him that sent me.
Page 27 - Him that dieth of Jeroboam in the city shall the dogs eat ; and him that dieth in the field shall the fowls of the air eat : for the Lord hath spoken it. 12 Arise thou therefore, get thee to thine own house : and when thy feet enter into the city, the child shall die.
Page 129 - The warriors of the sacred grave, Who looked to Christ for laws, And perished for the faith they gave Their comrades and the cause ; They perished, in one fate alike, The veteran and the boy, Where'er the regal arm could strike, To torture and destroy : While darkly down the stream of time, Devised by evil fame, Float murmurs of mysterious crime, And tales of secret shame. How oft, when avarice, hate, or pride, Assault some noble band, The outer world, that scorns the side It does not understand,...