And out of question so it is sometimes, Glory grows guilty of detested crimes, When, for fame’s sake, for praise, an outward part, We bend to that the working of the heart; As I for praise alone now seek to spill The poor deer’s blood, that my heart means no ill.
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She detests politicians who make promises they don’t keep.
I die adoring God, loving my friends, not hating my enemies, and detesting superstition.