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17 I as a vine made fruit the sweetness of odour; and my flowers be the fruits of honour, and of honesty (or of riches).

18 I am a mother of fair love, and of dread, and of knowing, and of holy hope. In me is all grace of way, and of truth; in me is all hope of life and of virtue.

19 All ye that covet me, pass (or come) to me; and be ye filled of (or with) my generations. [Passeth to me, all that covet me; and of my generations be ye full-filled.]

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