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“And soon shall scatter, sailing up the Bight, of Diu enfamed for siege and battle dread, Calecut’s strong Armada weak of fight, that trusts to paddles steely mail instead:
She of Melique Yáz, who boasts her might of balls by thee, O Vulcan! scatterèd, shall see her Carvels to the frore deep sent where hidden sleeps the humid element.