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Sedition hath scattred,
We talk with tongues of holiness, but act with hearts of hatred.

He that doth know me,
And love will shew me;
Hath found the nearest noble way to overcome me.
He that hath bound me,
And then doth wound me,
Wins not my heart, doth not conquer, but confound me.
In such a condition
Love is the physitian,
True Love and Reason makes the purest politician.
But strife and confusion,
Deceit and delusion,
Though it seem to thrive at first will make a sad conclusion.

Love is a fewel,
A pretious Jewel,
’Tis Love must stanch the blood when Fury fights the duel.
Love is a loadstone,
Hate is a bloodstone,
Heaven is the North Point, and Love is the Loadstone.
Though fury and scorn
Loves Temples have torn,
He'll keep his Covenant, and will not be forsworn.
His Laws do not border
On strife and disorder,
He scorns to get his wealth by perjury and murder.

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