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How Poor Are They That Have Have Not Patients.

We Must Love Men, Ere To Us They Will Seem Worthy Of Our Love.

I Do The Wrong, And First Begin To Brawl. The Secret Mischiefs That I Set Abroach I Lay Unto The Grievous Charge Of Others.

Virtuous And Fair, Royal And Gracious.

I, Thus Neglecting Worldly Ends, All Dedicated To Closeness And The Bettering Of My Mind.