Spreading[819:7] himself like a green bay-tree.

Psalm xxxvii. 35.

Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright.

Psalm xxxvii. 37.

While I was musing the fire burned.[819:8]

Psalm xxxix. 3.

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Lord, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am.[820:1]

Psalm xxxix. 4.

Every man at his best state is altogether vanity.[820:2]