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“And, seen how hateful Bacchus hath beguile’d, with mortal plots, their course on Indic plain, and how by wavy Ocean’s injuries foil’d rather than tirèd they were lost or slain:
I will that in this sea to them so wild, ’mid ever restless waves their rest be tane: Here shall they gather guerdon sweet and glorious of toils that make the names of men memorious.