Then was given me a resemblance to confirm this Word, as thus, There was presented to me a green Flourishing-Hill, and upon this high Ascent there seemed to be a fine framed-Mill, that stood still, and did no way move to grind that which was brought into it. Upon which the Person who was within, was called upon to move the Engin, that thereto did belong: But he said they were too heavy, he could not stir them, he waited for a gale of Wind. Nay, (the Voice cryed,) First put on clean and white Sails. For those which were upon it, appeared to be all sullied and torn. Without ye do observe this, no gale of Wind will be effectual. Of this make application to your selves.
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