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“ ’Twere not, methinks,” Velloso said, “thing meet on theme so soft in hours so hard to dwell; the rough Sea-labours, which do fag the fleet, Love’s delicatest fancies rudely quell: Rather of fervid fight and battle-feat be now our story, for I see full well, life is all hardship, and good sooth I wis more trouble cometh; something tells me this.”