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Throw Away Thy Rod, Throw Away Thy Wrath; O My God, Take The Gentle Path.

The Divell Never Assailes A Man, Except He Find Him Either Void Of Knowledge, Or Of The Fear Of God.

Death Keepes No Calender.

Hee Lookes Not Well To Himselfe That Lookes Not Ever.

Good Land, Evill Way.