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Madagascar.
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When I perceiv'd, that cares on wealth rely;That I was destin'd for authoritie,And early Gowts; my Soule in a strange frightFrom this rich Isle began her hasty flight;And to my halfe dead Body did returne,Which new inspir'd, rose cheerefull as the Morne. Heroique Prince, may still thy acts, and name,Become the wonder and discourse of Fame;May ev'ry Laurell, ev'ry Mirtle bough,Be strip'd for Wreaths, t'adorne, and load thy brow;Triumphant Wreaths, which cause they never fade,Wise elder times, for Kings and Poets made:And I deserve a little sprig of Bay,To weare in Greece on Homers Holy-day;Since I assume, when I thy Battailes write,That very flame, which warm'd thee in the fight.

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