Date: 1611
"For he satisfieth the longing soul, and filleth the hungry soul with goodness."
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Date: 1611
"Thus saith the Lord GOD; No stranger, uncircumcised in heart, nor uncircumcised in flesh, shall enter into my sanctuary, of any stranger that is among the children of Israel."
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Date: 1611
"Make the heart of this people fat, and make their ears heavy, and shut their eyes; lest they see with their eyes, and hear with their ears, and understand with their heart, and convert, and be healed."
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Date: 1611
"And I will satiate the soul of the priests with fatness, and my people shall be satisfied with my goodness, saith the LORD."
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Date: 1682
"They compare a Wicked Man's Mind to a Vitiated Stomach; he corrupts whatever he receives, and the best Nourishment turns to the Disease. But, taking this for granted, a Wicked Man may yet be so far Oblig'd, as to pass for Ungrateful, if he does not Requite what be Receives."
preview | full record— L'Estrange, Sir Roger (1616-1704)
Date: 1682
"Our Passions are nothing else but certain Disallowable Motions of the Mind; Sudden, and Eager; which, by Frequency, and Neglect, turn to a Disease; as a Distillation brings us first to a Cough, and then to a Phthisick."
preview | full record— L'Estrange, Sir Roger (1616-1704)
Date: 1687, 1691
"I embrace thee, and cordially kiss thee, with the Lips of my Soul, if a man may so express himself."
preview | full record— Marana, Giovanni Paolo (1642-1693); Anonymous [William Bradshaw (fl. 1700) or Robert Midgley (1655?-1723)?]
Date: 1693
"I grant this true: But, still, the deadly wound / Is in thy Soul: 'Tis there thou art not sound."
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Date: 1693
"Knock on my Heart; for thou hast skill to find / If it sound solid, or be fill'd with Wind; / And, thro the veil of words, thou view'st the naked Mind."
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Date: 1706, 1715 [1706-1721]
"hese thoughts which my fingers write, and which I express with incredible pleasure, and repeat again and again, speak from the bottom of my heart, and from the incurable wound which you have made in it; a wound which I bless a thousand times, notwithstanding the cruel torment I endure for your a...
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