VII.
His ill-gained wealth was gone, but not his heart;
And gain it seemed to that impatient spirit
That now he should not go, a man disgraced,
To build his fallen ancestral home, long bare
To the invading scorn of low-born men.
He would sail eastward, with what yet remained,
Touch at some island of the Tropic seas,
And take a freight of spices; thence set sail
For the rich ports of China, there to trade,