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And, with a smiling mien and pleasèd face, he hailed the Herald, proff’ering high esteem:—
“All black suspicions from your bosoms chase, nor let your souls with frigid terror teem; such be your gallant worth, your works of grace, the World your deeds shall aye most glorious deem; and whoso holdeth right to do you wrong ne truth ne noble thoughts to him belong.