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I Always Thought It Was Both Impious And Unnatural That Such Immanity And Bloody Strife Should Reign Among Professors Of One Faith.

O Ceremony, Show Me But Thy Worth? What Is Thy Soul Of Adoration? Art Thou Aught Else But Place, Degree, And Form, Creating Awe And Fear In Other Men?

Foul Cankering Rust The Hidden Treasure Frets, But Gold That's Put To Use More Gold Begets.

See Where She Comes Apparelled Like The Spring.

I Am As Vigilant As A Cat To Steal Cream.