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To God [God Is All Sufferance Here; Here He Doth Show]
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God is all sufferance here; here He doth show
No arrow nockt, only a stringless bow:
His arrows fly, and all His stones are hurl’d
Against the wicked in another world.

Nockt, placed ready for shooting.