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 bread, which is the medicine of immortality; our antidote that we should not die, but live for ever in.

XXI. My soul be for yours, and for theirs whom ye have sent to Smyrna, to the glory of ; from whence also I write to you; giving thanks unto the, and loving Polycarp even as I do you. Remember me, as doth remember you. Pray for the church which is in Syria, from whence I am carried bound to Rome, being the least of all the faithful which are there; amongst whom I have been thought worthy to be found to the glory of. Fare ye well in God the, and in , our common hope. Amen.