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He prayeth well who loveth well Both man and bird and beast.
He prayeth well, who loveth well
He who begins by loving Christianity better than Truth will proceed by loving his own sect or church better than Christianity, and end by loving himself better than all.
Her beams bemocked the sultry main, Like April hoarfrost spread; But where the ship’s huge shadow lay, The charmed water burnt alway A still and awful red.
Her gentle limbs did she undress, And lay down in her loveliness.
Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was white as leprosy, The nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man’s blood with cold.
I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried, A sail! a sail!
I counted two and seventy stenches, All well defined, and several stinks.
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