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"Blessed Jesus! You who are the kind Physician
of souls, heal this fatal distemper of my fallen
nature; an earthly mind. Spiritualize my affections;
elevate my views; enlarge my heart. Fill my soul
with your own self. Let me not grovel here
below,
fond of the perishing vanities of time. Wean my
heart from the transitory enjoyments of sense,
and fix my affections upon Yourself, the eternal
unchanging source of good."
(from Thomas Reade's, "On the Deceitfulness of the Heart")
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