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... will be put off until the second or third of June , because the marshal Villars expects some further reinforcements from Germany , and other parts , before that time . " 66 " 6 " What - a - pox does 170 N ° 178 . TATLER .
... will be put off until the second or third of June , because the marshal Villars expects some further reinforcements from Germany , and other parts , before that time . " 66 " 6 " What - a - pox does 170 N ° 178 . TATLER .
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... JUNE 1 , 1710 . -Oh ! quis me gelidis in vallibus Hemi Sistat , & ingenti ramorum protegat umbrâ ? VIRG . Georg . ii . 488 . Some god conduct me to the sacred shades , - Or lift me high to Hamus ' hilly crown ! DRÝDEN . From my own ...
... JUNE 1 , 1710 . -Oh ! quis me gelidis in vallibus Hemi Sistat , & ingenti ramorum protegat umbrâ ? VIRG . Georg . ii . 488 . Some god conduct me to the sacred shades , - Or lift me high to Hamus ' hilly crown ! DRÝDEN . From my own ...
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... means contribute very much to mend the climate five or six miles about us . I am , " Your most humble servant , T.S. " No 180. SATURDAY , JUNE 3 , 1710 . Stultitiam 180 N ° 179 . TATLER . house Injustice of not paying Tradesmen-Of.
... means contribute very much to mend the climate five or six miles about us . I am , " Your most humble servant , T.S. " No 180. SATURDAY , JUNE 3 , 1710 . Stultitiam 180 N ° 179 . TATLER . house Injustice of not paying Tradesmen-Of.
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British essayists James Ferguson (advocate). No 180. SATURDAY , JUNE 3 , 1710 . Stultitiam patiuntur opes.— HOR . 1 Ep . xviii . 29 . Their folly pleads the privilege of wealth . From my own Apartment , June 2 . I HAVE received a letter ...
British essayists James Ferguson (advocate). No 180. SATURDAY , JUNE 3 , 1710 . Stultitiam patiuntur opes.— HOR . 1 Ep . xviii . 29 . Their folly pleads the privilege of wealth . From my own Apartment , June 2 . I HAVE received a letter ...
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... JUNE 6 , 1710 . -Dies , ni fallor , adest , quem semper acerbum , Semper honorutum , sic dii voluistis , habebo . VIRG . Æn . v . 49 . And now the rising day renews the year ; A day for ever sad , for ever dear . DRYDEN . From my own ...
... JUNE 6 , 1710 . -Dies , ni fallor , adest , quem semper acerbum , Semper honorutum , sic dii voluistis , habebo . VIRG . Æn . v . 49 . And now the rising day renews the year ; A day for ever sad , for ever dear . DRYDEN . From my own ...
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