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Sculpture
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What danger is the Pilgrim in,
How many are his Foes, How many ways there are to sin, No living mortal knows.
Some of the Ditch shy are, yet can
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--Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832) |




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Lord, how I am all ague when I seek
What I have treasur'd in my memorie! Since, if my soul make even with the week, Each seventh note by right is due to Thee.
I finde there quarries of pil'd vanities,
In so much dregs the quintessence is small;
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