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He Is Ill Clothed That Is Bare Of Virtue.

The Nearest I Can Make It Out, "love Your Enemies" Means, "hate Your Friends"

From A Child I Was Fond Of Reading, And All The Little Money That Came Into My Hands Was Ever Laid Out In Books.

The Body Of B. Franklin, Printer Like The Cover Of An Old Book Its Contents Turn Out And Stript Of Its Lettering & Guilding Lies Here. Food For Worms For, It Will As He Believed Appear Once More In A New And More Elegant Edition Corrected And Improved By The Author.

At The Working Man’s House, Hunger Looks In But Dares Not Enter.