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Good Is The Mora That Makes All Sure.

He Puls With A Long Rope, That Waits For Anothers Death.

If A Good Man Thrive, All Thrive With Him.

The God Of Love My Shepherd Is, And He That Doth Me Feed: While He Is Mine, And I Am His, What Can I Want Or Need?

We Do It Soon Enough, If That We Do Be Well.