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“ ’Tis my good will that in the Neptune-reign, my place of birth, a fair brave race be born, which a shrewd proof shall be to worlds malign, and to the rebels who thine empire scorn; that nought shall save, ne mure adamantine ne triste Hypocrisy, these men forsworn: Ne’er shall these earth-things hope their selves to save when burn immortal Love-fires ’neath the wave.”