5. Every day they wrest my words. This is
a common mode of warfare among the ungodly. They put our language on the rack;
they extort meanings from it which it cannot be made fairly to contain. All their thoughts are against me for evil. No mixture of good will tone down
their malice. They could not think a generous thought towards him. Even those
actions of his which were an undoubted blessing to the commonwealth they
endeavored to undervalue. Oh foul spring, from which never a drop of pure water
can come!
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