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Then past he to a flowry Mountain green, Which once smelt sweet, now stinks as odiously; This was that gift (if you the truth will have) That Constantine to good Sylvestro gave.
ARIOSTO, Orl.Fur.xxxiv.

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[From Reason of Church Government, 1641.] When I die, let the Earth be roul'd in flames.
[From Apology for Smectymnuus, 1642.] Laughing to teach the truth What hinders?
as some teachers give to Boys Junkets and knacks, that they may learne apace.
HORACE, Sat.1.