Not knowing who should my Acquittance take, I know as little what discharge to make. The favour is so great, that it out-goes All forms of thankfulness I can propose, Those grateful levies which my pen would raise, Are stricken dumb, or bury`d in amaze. Therefore, as once in Athens there was shown An Altar built unto the God unknown, My ignorant devotions must by guess This blind return of gratitude address, Till You vouchsafe to shew me where and how I may to this revealed Goddess bow.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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