Letras

The sea is before them; they’re caught in the toil.
I’ll pursue, I’ll o’ertake, and distribute the spoil.
I’ll satiate my lust and heighten my joy;
My sword shall be drawn, and my hand shall destroy.
Written by: John Hoadly, Thomas Linley, Jr.
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