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 Have pity upon all people for their sake.

It is done now; shall I put back my day?

An end is come, an end; this is of God.

I am fire, and burn myself; keep clear of fire.

The house is broken, is broken; it shall not stand.

Woe, woe for him that breaketh; and a rod Smote it of old, and now the axe is here.

Not as with sundering of the earth Nor as with cleaving of the sea Nor fierce foreshadowings of a birth Nor flying dreams of death to be Nor loosening of the large world's girth