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There's not a place where we can flee,But God is present there.
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A flower may fade before 'tis noon,And I this day may lose my breath.
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One stroke of his almighty rodShall send young sinners quick to hell.
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but every lyarThat burns with brimstone and with fire.
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The wise will make their anger coolAt least before 'tis night
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Let me be dressed fine as I will,Flies, worms, and flowers, exceed me still.
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I write not for your farthing, but to try / How I your farthing writers, may outvie.
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I believe the promises of God enough to venture an eternity on them.
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