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“But, ah! that homeward from such wars victorious, bound for the Tagus of his Fatherland, he nigh should forfeit meeds so great and glorious, by sad black chance I see in Fortune’s hand! The Cape of Storms that guards his name memorious shall guard his bones, nor blush shall stain its strand, that noble spirit from the world to tear, Egyptian strength ne’er tore nor Indian snare.