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Tagus,
farewell! that westward with thy streams
Turns up
the grains of gold already tried
With spur and sail,
for I go to seek the Thames
Gainward the sun that
shewth her wealthy pride,
And to the town which
Brutus sought by dreams,
Like bended moon doth lend
her lusty side.
My king, my country, alone for whome
I live,
Of mighty love the wings for this me give.
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