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1 Unto the messenger of the congregacyon of Ephesus wryte: these thynges sayth he, that holdeth the seuen starres in hys ryght hande, and that walketh in the myddes of the seuen golden candelstickes.
2 I knowe thy workes, and thy labour, & thy pacience, and how thou cannest not forbeare them whych are euyll: and hast examined them whych saye they are Apostles, and are not: & hast founde them lyars,
3 & hast suffred. And hast pacience: and for my names sake hast labored, and hast not faynted.
4 Neuerthelesse, I haue sum what agaynst the, because thou haste lefte thy fyrst loue.
5 Remember therfore from whence thou art fallen, & repent, and do the fyrst worckes. Or elles I wyll come vnto the shortly, & wyll remoue thy candelsticke out of his place, except thou repent.