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1 pIII,   24|        so that not only thine intellect is cheated out of its quick
2 pIII,   30|    matters the keenness of my intellect grows dull, the light of
3 pIII,   30|     incomprehensible. I by my intellect hardly compass trifles,
4 pIV,   42 |        Let keenness expel the intellect's stupidity, let constancy
5 pIV,   43 |          Now the hunger of my intellect,' I said, 'the sharpness
6 pIV,   46 |    desire the scrutiny of the intellect, cannot be stamped with
7 pVI,   59 |     been made a friend of the intellect, I wish that thou wouldest
8 pVI,   64 | puzzles of geometry, with the intellect to descend into the depths