7. All that hate me whisper together against me. The spy meets his comrades in conclave and sets them all a-whispering.
Were their designs so treacherous that they must be hatched in secrecy? Mark
the unanimity of the wicked—all. Would God we were half as united in
holy labor as persecutors in their malicious projects, and were half as wise as
they are crafty. Against me do they devise my hurt. Evil people are good
at devising; they are given to meditation, they are deep thinkers, but the mark
they aim at is evermore the hurt of the faithful. Snakes in the grass are never
there for a good end.
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