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See how my Lay so long to sing hath striven your Tagus and the Lusians dear to you, how oft this exile Fate from home hath driven, new labours ever suff’ering, losses new: Now tempting Ocean, then all helpless driven the dread Mavortian risks and wrongs to rue; self-doomed as Canacé to death abhor’d, in this hand aye the Pen, in that the Sword: