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“ ‘My flesh slow hardens into solid earth, to rocks and horrid crags enstone my bones; these limbs thou seest and this mighty girth, extend where desert Ocean raves and moans: In fine, the giant-stature of my birth to this far Headland sprent with rocks and stones the Gods debased; and doubling all my woes, round me white, winsome, watery Thetis flows.’