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“And as their valour, so you trow, defied on aspe’rous voyage cruel harm and sore, so many changing skies their manhood tried, such climes where storm-winds blow and billows roar; my sov’ereign mandate ’tis, be theirs to ride in friendly haven, on the Blackmoor shore; whence shall the weary Fleet, with ev’ery need garnisht, once more her long-drawn voyage speed.”