For when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
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For when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
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ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERI do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDreams grow holy put in action.
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ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERKinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none.
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ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERSee how time makes all grief decay.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTEROne by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
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