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Take Not Away The Life You Cannot Give: For All Things Have An Equal Right To Live.

Her Wit Was More Than Man, Her Innocence A Child.

A Man May Be Capable, As Jack Ketch's Wife Said Of His Servant, Of A Plain Piece Of Work, A Bare Hanging; But To Makea Malefactordiesweetly Was Only Belonging Toher Husband.

Farewell, Too Little, And Too Lately Known, Whom I Began To Think And Call My Own.

Let Grace And Goodness Be The Principal Loadstone Of Thy Affections.