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 1    I, 4   |        SO IN MEASURE WAS IT, OF OLD, IN SOCRATES. THE VIRTUES
 2    I, 10  |      what do I discover but the old order of things corrupted,
 3    I, 10  |       you are for ever praising old customs; but this is only
 4    I, 10  | profession, or age; you make an old man of Saturn, a beardless
 5   II, 7   |         disgraceful of even the old prizes of human glory, tear
 6   II, 9   |     young only son and decrepid old father, but deserting Priam
 7   II, 12  |        ones, or the lesser? The old ones, or the novel? The
 8   II, 13  |       that I should suppose the old adage was made for him:
 9  app, frag|      they read histories of the old kings, and then, though
10  app, frag|      wings were born him in his old age, whence to fly heavenward?