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2 And nowe they synne more and more: of their syluer, they make them molten ymages, after the ymaginacyons of ther awne braynes that is, very ydols, and yet all is nothinge but the worke of the craftesman: Not witstandynge they preache of the same to such as there sacrificeth: who so will kysse the calues, offreth perfectlye.
3 Therfore, they shalbe as the morninge cloude, and as the dewe that early passeth awaye and lyke as dust that the whorle wynde taketh awaye, from the flore, and as smoke that goeth out of the chymney.