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The mandrakes, what scent they give! Over the door at home there are fruits of every sort a-drying; I put them by, new and old, for my true love to eat. (Song of Solomon 7, 13)
Hold me close to thy heart, close as locket or bracelet fits; not death itself is so strong as love, not the grave itself cruel as love unrequited; the torch that lights it is a blaze of fire. (Song of Solomon 8, 6)
A holy thing it is, the spirit that brings instruction; how it shrinks away from the touch of falsehood, holds aloof from every rash design! It is a touchstone, to betray the neighbourhood of wrong-doing. (Wisdom of Solomon 1, 5)
No, the spirit of the Lord fills the whole world; bond that holds all things in being, it takes cognisance of every sound we utter; (Wisdom of Solomon 1, 7)
No better than false coin he counts us, holds aloof from our doings as though they would defile him; envies the just their future happiness, boasts of a divine parentage. (Wisdom of Solomon 2, 16)
His gold, tried in the crucible, his burnt-sacrifice, graciously accepted, they do but wait for the time of their deliverance; (Wisdom of Solomon 3, 6)
Burgeon they may for a little, but the wind will shake their frail hold; root and all, the storm will carry them away. (Wisdom of Solomon 4, 4)
Did they know it, the death of the just man, with its promise early achieved, is a reproach to the wicked that live yet in late old age. (Wisdom of Solomon 4, 16)
How boldly, then, will the just man appear, to meet his old persecutors, that thwarted all his striving! (Wisdom of Solomon 5, 1)
and you, that have nations under your sway, as you value throne and sceptre, must hold wisdom in honour; how else shall your reign be eternal? (Wisdom of Solomon 6, 22)
What wisdom is, whence came its birth, I will now make known to you. Not for me to withhold the secret; from first to last I will tell the story of her origin, bring to light all that may be known of her, no word of the truth passed by. (Wisdom of Solomon 6, 24)
Withhold it? Nay, the pale miser that grudges his store was never friend of mine; no such character befits the wise. (Wisdom of Solomon 6, 25)
