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Poverty Is No Sinne. [poverty Is No Sin.]

Shee Spins Well That Breedes Her Children.

He That Cannot Forgive Others, Breaks The Bridge Over Which He Himself Must Pass If He Would Ever Reach Heaven; For Everyone Has Need To Be Forgiven.

There Come Nought Out Of The Sacke But What Was There.

France Is A Meddow That Cuts Thrice A Yeere.