a certain spice of the rogue in me; but all is covered by the great

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cloak of my simplicity, always natural and never acted; and if I had

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no other merit save that I believe, as I always do, firmly and truly

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in God, and all the holy Roman Catholic Church holds and believes, and

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that I am a mortal enemy of the Jews, the historians ought to have

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mercy on me and treat me well in their writings. But let them say what

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they like; naked was I born, naked I find myself, I neither lose nor

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gain; nay, while I see myself put into a book and passed on from

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