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17480 | There is a sore evil which I have seen under the sun, — riches kept by the owner thereof to his hurt. | |
17493 | Yea, though he live a thousand years twice told, and see no good, — do not all go to one place? | |
17706 | And thy mouth like the best wine— [[M.]] — that goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Flowing over the lips of them that sleep. | |
18385 | Her nobles — none are there, who may proclaim a kingdom, And all her princes have come to naught. |