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“See high, haught Europe that adores the Rood, for pow’er and polity o’er all renown’d:
See Africk grudging ev’ery worldly good, yon rough, incult and monster-haunted ground; whose Stormy Cape till now your search withstood, by Nature ’stablished as her Austral bound:
Behold this quarter where the Blackmoors dwell sans-loys, sans-foys, whose numbers none can tell.