Save thy religion, and that happy gospel
Thou hast trampled on in coming, Peace on earth?
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Fer. Too late to ask. When conscience, like an angel,
Stood in the way to bar my setting forth,
Zeal and ambition blinded me; tho’yet
Against the voice of them that urged me on
There lacked not prodigies of heaven to stay me.
For as we sailed from Lisbon, all the host
That lined the shore with banners and gay music,