The Fountain: A Temperance Gift

John Greenleaf Adams, Edwin Hubbell Chapin
G.W. Briggs, 1847 - 274 páginas

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Página 142 - Let us not therefore judge one another any more : but judge this rather, that no man put a stumblingblock or an occasion to fall in his brother's way.
Página 118 - Some, as thou saw'st, by violent stroke shall die, By fire, flood, famine, by intemperance more In meats and drinks, which on the earth shall bring Diseases dire, of which a monstrous crew Before thee shall appear; that thou may'st know What misery th' inabstinence of Eve Shall bring on men.
Página 130 - Their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: their skin cleaveth to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.
Página 205 - Take especial care that thou delight not in wine ; for there never was any man that came to honour or preferment that loved it ; for it transformeth a man into a beast, decayeth health, poisoneth the breath, destroyeth natural heat, brings a man's stomach to an artificial heat, deformeth the face, rotteth the teeth, and, to conclude, maketh a man contemptible, soon old, and despised of all wise and worthy men ; hated in thy servants, in thyself, and companions ; for it is a bewitching and infectious...
Página 214 - Their cheeks were flushed, their eyes were bright, Their hearts with pleasure bounded, The song was sung, the toast was given, And loud the revel sounded. I drained a goblet with the rest, And cried, " Away with sorrow ! Let us be happy for to-day — What care we for the morrow?
Página 240 - To charm the fish he never spoke, — Although his voice was fine, He found the most convenient way Was just to drop a line...
Página 118 - Demoniac frenzy, moping melancholy, And moon-struck madness, pining atrophy, Marasmus, and wide-wasting pestilence, Dropsies, and asthmas, and joint-racking rheums. Dire was the tossing, deep the groans; Despair Tended the sick busiest from couch to couch; And...
Página 180 - Who hath woe ? who hath sorrow ? who hath contentions? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause ? who hath redness of eyes ? They that tarry long at the wine ; they that go to seek mixed wine.
Página 212 - Brethren, if any of you do err from the truth, and one convert him. Let him know, that he which converteth a sinner from the error of his ways, shall save a soul from death, and shall hide a multitude of sins...
Página 118 - And over them triumphant Death his dart Shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invoked With vows, as their chief good, and final hope.

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