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“And, prithee, further say how o’er the Main long on this voyage through fierce seas you stray’d, seeing the barb’arous ways of alien strain, which our rude Africk-land to you display’d:
Begin! for now the team with golden rein draws near, and drags the new Sun’s car, inlaid with marquetry, from cold Aurora’s skies: Sleep wind and water, smooth the wavelet lies.