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Sir, to make the Burthen lighter to you than it seems to be now.
What are they, says the Gentleman; I don't see into it; 'tis impossible to help me, unless some Miracle would intervene to deliver me.
Yes, yes, says the heavenly Counsellor, there are Ways: Pray to God, as you do at Church for your Enemies, that he would turn her Heart.
Turn her! says the Gentlemen. Pray to God to give me Courage to turn her out of Doors, and take in that blessed Creature I lov'd.
That can't be now. Sir, said the Minister, you must not pray to God to allow you to Sin against him.
Why then, says he, laughing, shall I pray to God to send a Devil for her.
The good Man could hardly forbear smiling at the Expression, but recovered himself, and said, Your smile tells me, Sir, you are speaking in Jest; so, I suppose, you don't expect I should answer that Question.
I know not what to say, it's half in Jest, half in Earnest. If it should be so, I don't know how I should be Hypocrite enough to cry for her.
Sir, says the Minister, I beg of you let us talk of nothing Prophane; you know we are to pray for our worst Enemies.
Nay, she's my worst Enemy, that's true, says he; but I can't promise to pray for her, and I'm sure I can never forgive her.
Why so, Sir, says the Divine, you are strictly commanded to forgive.
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