Countries,like men,are as they make themselves,
Changed and changing from youth to old age,
Villainous and heroic,both.
How to describe my navigations,
The stars I have piloted by,
To the lands of the Cynocephali,
To marvellous cannibal shores?
The wild Atlantic’s hazards have shaped me,
Fleeing the wrecks of hopes and desires,
To realms where only the desperate succeed.
No cause but my own could earn my allegiance;
For magic and gold I made these voyages,
Following whichever winds and currents
Came to my aid.For that there is no God
To bless or curse,only the brute ways of man.
Did we find the terrestrial paradise
Or just a page from Dante?
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