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“No, nothing else: I have already given
Thy money's worth in daily pray'rs to Heaven,
And, out of charity, some aves more,
For which I ask no pay.”
Thy money's worth in daily pray'rs to Heaven,
And, out of charity, some aves more,
For which I ask no pay.”
“And yet no door
Will open! Like a beggar I must wait,
Pleading, with all my rags, outside the gate!
Will no good saint take pity? Would a pray'r
To God's own mother, Mary—”
Will open! Like a beggar I must wait,
Pleading, with all my rags, outside the gate!
Will no good saint take pity? Would a pray'r
To God's own mother, Mary—”
“Woman, forbear!
Think'st thou a person of thy mean estate
Need look for what we grant but to the great!
No, no. 'Tis true the Virgin is alone,
Of all heaven's holy hierarchy, the one
Through whom an intercession could not fail;
But what can thy small worldly means avail?”
Think'st thou a person of thy mean estate
Need look for what we grant but to the great!
No, no. 'Tis true the Virgin is alone,
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Through whom an intercession could not fail;
But what can thy small worldly means avail?”
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