Book, Chapter

1    4, 125|   Rome, now, I hate them. My~Gifts I repent! The same God who
2    5, 139|      no earth~Mocked for its gifts; but Ceres' festive grove:~
3    6     | temples of the Gods were the gifts of these women, and it must
4    6     |    church showered them with gifts, they threw at their feet
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