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and Soul. Not while he lives? Yet most certainly, when he is dead.
Seldome slow punishments lame Feet forsake,
The wicked Wretch what hast soe're he make.
The wicked Wretch what hast soe're he make.
For that Divine Eye doth alwayes wake; and when we suppose him to sleep, he doth but wink: Only see you entertain not any prejudice against him: Nor go about rashly to judge him by whom shortly thy self is to be judged.
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