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“ ‘For Peleus’ high-born spouse my burning love lurèd me rashly to such rude emprize; the belles of heaven ne’er my breast could move mine Ocean-Empress filled my yearning eyes: One day I saw her with the Nereids rove, all bare and beauteous, ’neath the summer skies: and in such manner she bewitcht my will no other feeling can my bosom fill.