One Flesh They Are; And

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If Love Be Good, From Whence Cometh My Woe?

He Who Accepts His Poverty Unhurt I'd Say Is Rich Although He Lacked A Shirt. But Truly Poor Are They Who Whine And Fret And Covet What They Cannot Hope To Get.

Full Wise Is He That Can Himselven Knowe.

Forbid Us Something, And That Thing We Desire.