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It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,

I launched her with my small remaining bandand, putting out to sea, we set the mainon that lone ship and said farewell to land
Far to starboard rose the coast of Spain,astern was Sardi,
Islas at our bow,and soon we saw Morocco port abeam...