Good Friday, 1613. Riding Westward  22972

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    Let man's soul be a sphere, and then, in this,
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Locations in Harold's Library

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            [0] => Let man's soul be a sphere, and then, in this, / The intelligence that moves, devotion is, / And as the other spheres, by being grown / Subject to foreign motions, lose their own,
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