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Now there approaches, sire, or now is here,
the glorious age for which heaven portends one flock and one sole shepherd on this earth, which happily for your own time's reserved. Now so great a start, on this long trek, shows you the object of your holy zeal announcing to the world, as a reward, one monarch, and one empire, and one sword. Now the earthly sphere has seen in part-- and waits for all of it--your monarchy, in which you, after righteous war, command: for he to whom Christ gave His own device, He'll also give the next, auspicious, day on which, the oceans won, he'll win the land. Hernando de Acuña (1518 - 1580) (©Alix Ingber, 1995) |
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