| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - I saw also their gay chaplets of gold, of pearls and other precious stones, turned into nails of iron burning, and fiends with burning hammers smiting them into their heads. Ah, swete husbandys, say the female souls in Purgatory, in the supplication made for them by Sir Thomas More, whyle we lyved there in that wreched world wyth you, whyle ye were glad to please us, ye bestowed mych uppon u
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