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“ ‘Shall see slow starving die their children dear, sweet pledges bred of love, in fond love born; shall see the Caffres, greedy race and fere, strip the fair Ladye of her raiment torn: Shall see those limbs, as crystal light and clear, by suns, and frosts, and winds, and weather worn, when cease to tread, o’er long drawn miles, the heat of sandy waste those delicatest feet.