Thou shalt have one God only; who Would be at the expense of two? No graven images may be Worshipped, except the currency:
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Say not, the struggle naught availeth, The labor and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth, And as things have been, they remain. If hopes are dupes, fears may be liars; It may be, in yon smoke concealed Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers And, but for you, possess the field. For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.
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As I sat at the cafe, I said to myself, They may talk as they please about what they call pelf,...
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Thou shalt not covet; but tradition approves all forms of competition.
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