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1 pI,   14   |   the excellence 1 of its flesh to royal tables -- as a
2 pI,   14   |   the sweet spices of its flesh, enticed the palates of
3 pI,   16   |   our hunger with its own flesh. The ermine, scorning to
4 mVII,   68 |  covetousness, serves the flesh, and like a handmaid is
5 mVII,   68 |    Thus the shadow of the flesh basely covers the splendor
6 mVIII,   76|   mutinies of the haughty flesh. That the despot who always
7 mVIII,   76|  who always exults in the flesh may drive thee the less,
8 mVIII,   76| thee and the sting of the flesh faint and be numb, and let
9 mVIII,   76|  and be numb, and let the flesh thus become the handmaid