Date: 1721
"My Heart do's like soft Wax relent, / And midst my Bowels flow"
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Date: 1721
"Bless God, who did not give our Soul / To their sharp Teeth a Prey."
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Date: 1721
"Our Soul, as from a broken Snare / A Bird escapes, is fled."
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