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“We now have coasted, running Ocean o’er, Callisto’s Arctick and th’ Antarctick lands; our course hath circled Africk’s winding shore; strange skies exploring and yet stranger strands:
Ours is a potent King, loved evermore, and we so prize his praise and his commands, with mien right joyful, not the sea and sky, but even Ach’eron Lake we dare defy.