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Of Hym That Togyder Wyll Serve Two Masters
Sebastian Brant
sore, Which doth entende labour or go aboute To serve god, and also his wretchyd store Of worldly rRate it:

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O lord Increate, who will serve Thee?
Kabir
O lord Increate, who will serve Thee? Every votary offers his worship to the God of his own creation: each day he receives service- None seek Him...Rate it:

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What God is like to him I serve
Anne Bradstreet
What God is like to him I serve, What Saviour like to mine? O, never let me from thee swerue, For truly I am thine. My thankfull mouth shall speak ...Rate it:

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The Young British Soldier
Rudyard Kipling
'e is frequent deceased Ere 'e's fit for to serve as a soldier. Serve, serve, serve as a sRate it:

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The Ballad Of Irish Nationhood
Liam Ó Comain
of A ‘nation’ has to be God, who is love, we serve God By loving our nation. ~ Thus ‘patriotism’ isRate it:

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The Ballad Of Irish Nationhood
Liam Ó Comain
of A ‘nation’ has to be God, who is love, we serve God By loving our nation. ~ Thus ‘patriotism’ isRate it:

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A Legend of Service
Henry Van Dyke
thou shalt go to Lupon, to the three "Who serve me there, and take this word from me: "Tell each ofRate it:

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Invocation
Ambrose Bierce
carest not for such as we: Our millions die to serve the still And secret purpose of thy will. TheyRate it:

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Our Lady of the Sackcloth
Rudyard Kipling
sent word to the Bishop That he should not serve them more. (Never again at the Offering WheRate it:

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A School Song
Rudyard Kipling
further stars Bear the greater burden: Set to serve the lands they rule, (Save he serve no man may Rate it:

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A Balade of Complaint
Geoffrey Chaucer
ye my peynes newe, My worldes joye, whom I wol serve and sewe, Myn heven hool, and al my suffisauncRate it:

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On His Blindness
John Milton
with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account,Rate it:

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Last Lines
Anne Brontë
And pity my complaint. I've begged to serve Thee heart and soul, To sacrRate it:

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Sonnet 16
John Milton
with me useless, though my Soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account,Rate it:

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Sonnet 19
John Milton
with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account,Rate it:

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Sonnet XIX: When I Consider How my Light is Spent
John Milton
with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My tRate it:

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When I Consider How My Light Is Spent
John Milton
with me useless, though my Soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true accouRate it:

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The King's Quire (excerpt)
James I of Scotland
thrall, and birdis gone at large, Sen him to serve he myght set my corage? And gif he be noghRate it:

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The Forgotten Army.
Alan Parry-Booth
every able guy Would be called up to serve the King On land or sea or sky. But the national excheqRate it:

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A Father To His Son
Carl Sandburg
this might stand him for the storms and serve him for humdrum monotony and guide him among sudden bRate it:

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A Few Remarks on Goats, Asses and the Dead Hand
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
innocu Ous, and furthermore, dear friends, They serve their ends; Fo why deny these toys To that laRate it:

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A Lifted Finger
Ambrose Bierce
flood, Enough of prison-birds' prolific germs To serve a whole eternity of terms? _You_, for whose Rate it:

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A Preacher
Augusta Davies Webster
Nor monger of the Gospel for a cure, But serve a Master whom I chose because It seemed to me I lRate it:

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A Problem in Dynamics
James Clerk Maxwell
shows the particular Advantage of using da to serve at your Pleasure to estimate ds’s curvature. FoRate it:

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A Song of the Pen
Andrew Barton Paterson
-- body and heart and brain Given with no reserve -- Niggard is she towards us, granting us littlRate it:

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