 | Carriers - 1939 - 738 pages
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 | Douglas A. Irwin - Business & Economics - 1998 - 290 pages
...wants at home might be supplied by our navigation into other countries, the least and easiest labor. By this we taste the spices of Arabia, yet never feel...brings them forth; we shine in silks which our hands never wrought; we drink of vineyards which we never planted; the treasures of those mines are ours,... | |
 | John Y Cole, Henry Hope Reed - Architecture - 1997 - 330 pages
...justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God? — Micah 6:8 Above the figure of Commerce: We taste the spices of Arabia yet never feel the scorching sun which brings them forth. —Dudley North Above the figure of History: One God, one law, one element, And one far-off divine... | |
 | Ganesh Ramrao Bhatkal - History - 1998 - 236 pages
...Trade, Mun writes: Why are we surrounded with the sea? Surely that our wants at home might be supplied by our navigation into other countries, the least...brings them forth; we shine in silks which our hands never wrought, we drink of vineyards which we never planted, the treasures of those mines are ours... | |
 | Warren James Belasco, Philip Scranton - Food habits - 2002 - 300 pages
...foodstuffs to the British dining room and whose annual report in 1701 observed. "We taste the BtlaAco spices of Arabia yet never feel the scorching sun which brings them forth."2 In other words, this food company was rather proud that, thanks to its noble service in distant... | |
 | Roger S. Gottlieb - Nature - 2003 - 694 pages
...the lives of two of America's most important religious social activists. "HOW DO THEY KEEP GOING?" We taste the spices of Arabia, yet never feel the scorching sun which brings them forth. — Sir Dudley North Toward the end of Lent, on a spring day under a faltering sun, Daniel Berrigan... | |
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By this we taste the spices of Arabia, yet never feel the scorching sun which brings them forth ; we shine in silks which our hands have never wrought ; we drink of vineyards which we never planted. 
