Thou art wearied in the greatness of thy way, by the many trips made in the interest of her lust; yet saidst thou not, There is no hope, in a proper realization of the fruitlessness of her quest; thou hast found the life of thine hand, still being able to sustain life by a steady application of energy, therefore thou wast not grieved, she did not relax in her efforts to gain the heathen emperor's good will. The Lord now asks the reasons for her faithless intrigues.

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