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Much like, as when the beaten marinere, That long hath wandred in the Ocean wide, Oft soust in swelling Tethys saltish teare, And long time having tand his tawney hide With blustring breath of heaven, that none can bide, And scorching flames of fierce Orions hound,° Soone as the port from farre he has espide, His chearefull whistle merrily doth sound, And Nereus crownes with cups°; his mates him pledg around.