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She giveth to thy head a wreath of grace, A crown of beauty she doth give thee freely.

A hind of loves, and a roe of grace! Let her loves satisfy thee at all times, In her love magnify thyself continually.

A stone of grace is the bribe in the eyes of its possessors, Whithersoever it turneth, it prospereth.

Revealed was the hay, and seen the tender grass, And gathered the herbs of mountains.

Whoso is reproving a man afterwards findeth grace, More than a flatterer with the tongue.