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Rise, Heart; Thy Lord Is Risen. Sing His Praise Without Delays, Who Takes Thee By The Hand, That Thou Likewise With Him Mayst Rise: That, As His Death Calcined Thee To Dust, His Life May Make Thee Gold, And, Much More, Just.

God's Mill Grinds Slow, But Sure.

Amongst Good Men Two Men Suffice.

It's A Poore Stake That Cannot Stand One Yeare In The Ground.

When God Will Punish, Hee Will First Take Away The Understanding.