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For, all our Ocean-maids so fair, so sprightful, Tethys, and eke her Isle of angel-ground, None other thing be they, but the delightful Honours that make our human life renown’d: That high pre-em’inence and that glory rightful are but the Triumphs, and the brows becrown’d with Palms and Bay-wreaths, wond’ering gaze and praise: Such the delights my fabled Isle displays;