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Great God, I ask thee for no meaner pelf / Than that I may not disappoint myself;
That in my action I may soar as high / As I can now discern with this clear eye.
And next in value, which thy kindness lends, / That I may greatly disappoint my friends, / Howe'er they think or hope that it may be, / They may not dream how thou'st distinguished me.
That my weak hand may equal my firm faith, / And my life practise more than my tongue saith;
That my low conduct may not show, / Nor my relenting lines, / That I thy purpose did not know, / Or overrated thy designs.