so much a valuing ourselves upon our boldness in staying, as if all men were cowards that fly from the hand of God, or that those who stay do not sometimes owe their courage to their ignorance, and despising the hand of their Maker—which
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A Journal of the Plague Year, Written by a Citizen Who Continued All the While in London by Daniel Defoe.
