In every verse throughout one sacred book;
From this her joy, her hope, her peace is sought:
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This she has learn'd, and she is nobly taught.
If aught of mine have gain'd the public ear;
If Rutland deigns these humble Tales to hear;
If critics pardon what my friends approved,
Can I mine ancient widow pass unmoved?
Shall I not think what pains the matron took,
When first I trembled o'er the gilded book?