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375 And oft from sacred Lamps the needful Oil
The sacrilegious Ravagers purloin,
And nibbling oft my flowr'y Garlands spoil;
Nor fears the puny Race my Pow'r Divine,
Nor Helm, nor Goat-skin Shield, nor Lance they dread,
380 But ev'n with Ordure vile prophane my Statues Head!
The sacrilegious Ravagers purloin,
And nibbling oft my flowr'y Garlands spoil;
Nor fears the puny Race my Pow'r Divine,
Nor Helm, nor Goat-skin Shield, nor Lance they dread,
380 But ev'n with Ordure vile prophane my Statues Head!
XXXIX.
Tho' Wisdom's Pow'r could slight Disgrace alone,
With Loss embitter'd, 'tis severer far;
My Veil which flam'd with Gold, with Purple shone,
With impious gnawings barb'rously they mar,
385 Griev'd for the Work Divine, so rudely tore,
I courted venal Damsels by reward,
The num'rous Breaches instant to restore,
The num'rous Breaches artful they repair'd.
Tho' Wisdom's Pow'r could slight Disgrace alone,
With Loss embitter'd, 'tis severer far;
My Veil which flam'd with Gold, with Purple shone,
With impious gnawings barb'rously they mar,
385 Griev'd for the Work Divine, so rudely tore,
I courted venal Damsels by reward,
The num'rous Breaches instant to restore,
The num'rous Breaches artful they repair'd.
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