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...thine own ease.... Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'cr you art, That bide the pelting of this pityless storm, How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggcdness defend -you From seasons such as these." Such also is the exhortation of our Saviour : "...

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