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Divine Grace Was Never Slow.

Give Me Simplicity, That I May Live, So Live And Like, That I May Know Thy Ways, Know Them And Practise Them: Then Shall I Give For This Poor Wreath, Give Thee A Crown Of Praise.

The Wolfe Must Dye In His Owne Skinne.

Hee Stands Not Surely, That Never Slips.

Jest Not With The Eye Or With Religion.