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“Yet now thou mootest, to checkmate me,
that I my penny have wrongly ta'en:
thou sayest that I, who came too late,
am not worth so great a wage,
Where knewest thou any man abide,
ever so holy in his prayer,
who ne'er, in some way, forfeited
the meed, some time, of heaven bright?
And aye the ofter, the older they were,
left they the right, and wrought amiss;
Mercy and Grace must pilot them;
The grace of God is great enough.
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