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At eve, within yon studious nook, / I ope my brass-embossed book, / Portray'd with many a holy deed / Of martyrs crown'd with heavenly meed; / Then, as my taper waxes dim, / Chant, ere I sleep, my measured hymn. / Who but would cast his pomp away, / To take my staff and amice grey, / And to the world's tumultuous stage, / Prefer the peaceful Hermitage? / - Warton
Notwithstanding the prescription of the genial hermit, with which his guest willingly complied, he found it no easy matter to bring the harp to harmony.