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“When of our Reign the curbing rein so light John, son of Pedro, held with mod’erate hand; and when his Realm had ’scaped the bane and blight oft dealt by hate of hostile neighbour-land; there in great England, where the rain falls white from Boreal snow-drift, fierce Erinnys plan’d to sow the dil’igent tares of wanton strife, and make our Lusitania lustre-rife.