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“ ‘O rasher, bolder Race:’—’twas thus it spoke— ‘than all whose daring deeds have tempted Fate; thou, whom no labours tame nor war’s fell stroke, nor rest wilt grant on human toils to ’wait:
Since these forbidden bounds by thee are broke who durst my Virgin Seas to violate, which long I guardèd, where I ne’er allow plowing to foreign or to native prow: