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Fame, swifter than your winged Navy, fliesThrough every Land, that near the Ocean lies,Sounding your Name, and telling dreadful News,To all that Piracy and Rapine use.With such a Chief the meanest Nation blest,Might hope to raise her Head above the rest:What may be thought impossible to do,For us embraced by the Sea and you?Lords of the Worlds great waste, the Ocean, weWhole Forrests send to reign upon the Sea:And every Coast may trouble or relieve;But none can visit us without your leave.Angels and we have this Prerogative,That none can at our Happy Seat arrive:While we descend, at Pleasure to invadeThe Bad with Vengeance, and the Good to aid.Our little World, the Image of the Great,Like that amidst the Ambient Ocean set,

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