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Casteth on thee the Moor eyne cold with fright, in whom his coming doom he views designèd: The barb’rous Gentoo, sole to see thy sight yields to thy yoke the neck e’en now inclinèd; Tethys, of azure seas the sovran right, her realm, in dowry hath to thee resignèd; and, by thy noble tender beauty won, would bribe and buy thee to become her son.