CARAMURU: EPIC POEM 5

Santa Rita Durão

Devours
CANTO 1 Unhappy miserable people,
And always reduced to less land,
1 It will all come to extinguish itself unfortunately;
Being in the field smaller minor war.
From one man in a thousand hectic cases, Behold, Lord, with merciful reflection
that the beaches of the West, For so many Mortals that the brenha ends;
Discovered the famous Recôncavo And that, getting rid of this deep abyss,
Of the powerful Brazilian capital: You will become Monarch of another world.
From the so-called Thunder Son,
That the breast tame knew the beast people; The 6
value I will sing in the adverse luck,
For I know only a hero who is strong in her. Prince of Brazil, future owner,
To the Mother of the Fatherland, who administers the
2 command,
Ponde, O Lord, at the feet of the Throne Miseries of
Holy Splendor, that of the Father manas the Miserable People:
To the intact bosom of a beautiful Virgin; For so much hope is the fair payment,
If the flood of Sovereign lights Your title, and name, which invoking,
Everything you give away for Mother Maiden; He will call, as to another the Egyptian People,
Breaking the shadows of human illusions, D. José Salvador of a new world.
You of the big case! the pure light reveals
Make it begin in you, and in you complete 7
This great Work, which at last was yours.
Neither can ye fear, that the holy
3 Do not nurture Heroes in Luso People,
That the ancient Portugal I present to you
And you, Exalted Prince, of Heaven given In Brazil reborn, as in new.
For immortal base of Luso Throne; You will see of the tamer of the Indian seat
You, who of Aureo Brasil in the Principality In the high wars of Brazil,
Of the Real succession you are high fertilizer: While And who follow them in the warlike ideas
the Empire has rested Scallops, Barretos, and Belts.
Upon the bosom of peace with sweet sleep,
Do not deserve to deign you in my subway 8
To lay eyes, and admit him to the scepter.
Give therefore, Lord, a powerful impulse,
4 With which you can chime the meter
From the brasilian people the undefeated pulse,
In him you will see unknown nations, That increases so much Empire to your scepter:
That in the midst of the Sertões the And while the people of Brazil convulsed
Faith does not dress; In a new lyre, in a new pleat;
And what could be converted Major Empire, which Make it very faithful to see yourself
occurred in Greece, or Rome: Your Throne in Propagating the Church.
Gentiles ye shall see, and hidden lands,
Where if a ray of truth looms, 9
Loving you will have in the huge crowd
Another Kingdom greater than the extended Europe. From the new Lusitania the vast space
I was going to populate Diogo, whom
It calls Brazil, fearing the strong arm,
Horrible Horrible Son of Thunder:
When from the abyss to cut I give you the step
This Fury came out, as I suppose,
To whom from Hell the Student Paganism,
Giving the Empire the waters, he made Neptune
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Of these, which in their bosom the sea brought.
The grain "Restless, with which the sea moves,
He stung the Organs in the horrendous mountain, 15
And in the dark cave, where Jove (Another spirit)
spreads the tremendous light, Some coming to the miserable, that the sand
Lightning strikes a thousand, raindrops raining; Beats The sea throws extinct, note the figure;
if the wind in a heated quarrel: Now he tries to undress, and now he fears
It burns the sky, zune the air, shakes the mountain, Do not be cunning, with that occult assault.
And erects the sea in front of you Others of the Alligator taking the idea
They fear that he will wake up with a violent insult;
11 Or that sleep pretending to snatch them,
And among the cruel fangs in the background I killed
The Son of Thunder, them.
By past ruinous storms,
See that from the sea at the crossing 16
You sip the wood for the sticky one;
Quite constant, death did not fear, But seeing Sancho, a shipwreck that expires,
Invokes in danger the heavenly God; He turns his head on a sharp rock,
Seeing that the horrible fury of the procela That he would tremble to lift
He breaks the ship, breaks the rudder, and pulls out and that he had fallen,
the sail Who with a pitiful voice begs for help:
And seeing the eyes, which he saw in white;
12 Cadaveric the face, the mouth changes,
By the experience of common luck
They also recognize that it is death.
Spear to ignite the instrument,
All weight is relieved; the passenger, 17
To swim in the tomb Element,
The board hugs, found first: Run after you believe it to the horrible grass;
Who dashes into the sea fearing the wind; And shredding the body into a thousand pieces,
What is the reliability of a boat? who to a tree, Every one is starving,
Until on the rock, which encumbers it, Which one foot, which hand, what other arms:
The keel strikes, and the ship shatters. Others of the raw flesh were eating;
Both in the infamous gluttony were debauched:
13 Such there are, which roast them in the burning
ditches,
Seven of the lost boat only Some roasting are in the flame the bones.
They come to the cruel beach, fighting to swim;
Offers them a feminine help 18
Bárbara crowd, that encamped to the cry:
And on seeing the feigned What a horror of Humanity! see swallowed
Benefactor on the beach, Of the species itself the already corrupt flesh!
Rende his hands the deceived castaway: How much should Europe blessed
Sad that to see some, what end awaits The Faith of the Redeemer, what humble listen?
How much thirst death had not drunk! It was not that infamy practiced
Only these miserand brute people;
14 Rome, and Carthage knows it at night
Horrible sacrifice of Saturn.
Already on earth was the wretched shipwreck,
Surrounded by the American mob;
They come with amazement; as they stand up,
And to each other do not believe of the human
species:
Hair, color, beard and semblance
They believed that insane People,
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The seven in the meanwhile, that of the sea with life For dissipating in the cave the cold shadow,
They came to touch the infamous sand, Take the iron rifle, which the fire burns;
Remorse of the peer re-emerged And seeing the rude people, who lit him,
The brutal look, horrid, and ugly: And suddenly shine a lamp;
The red color itself, show dyed Noting the ready light, which in the oil burned,
Of another different color, which affects them; Do not just believe it full of amazement:
Stones, and stamped nails, They therefore believe that the fire of Heaven is born,
That on the face, and nose bring holes. of Saturn. Or that Diogo in the hands is born
do it.
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In the mouth in bloody human flesh
The lower lip falls all fallen; It was the Rude Wild's custom
Because it has all in a rutted rut, To rub a wood in another in such a way,
And the labruary of vis stones inlaid: That came by electric virtue
The teeth (which is beauty that pleases you) The light is lit, but with a late effect.
One over another emerges recrudes: But observing, without the wood helping him,
Neither can the beard be seen on his beard, In less than a moment the fire made;
Face to face, and nose, straighten hair. The same thought, which Greece believed,
When he saw the burning of Prometheus
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The Lume of Reason condemns the company,
For if the infamous appetite the taste flatters, A light in the dingy cave,
To extinguish human nature, Sees
Without further opposition, gluttony would suffice. What Diogo there on the ship had taken;
That if the malice in you, or if the rudeness, Clothes, weapons, and, in part, more internal,
The universal instinct of all voids, The gunpowder in barrels,
It is however among the most feared thing, Everything is seen in the light of a flashlight,
That others eat for you, take the vine Without appealing to us anything greedy,
Gold and silver, which envy does not entice him:
22 Happy nation! who ignores greed.

Diogo said, and led to the grotto, 27

The Principal of the barbarian caterva,
That there followed by the brute people, But among the various objects it serves,
The well-known place notes: Note It ecstatically Gutava the Painting,
I have guided all things, and he listened; That in a precious painting, which hangs there,
But always the horror, which conceived, preserves; She represented the Mother of beauty:
And looking at the guns without being thrown over, If it is a living thing, it does not understand;
He comes with a stealthy hand, feels it, and runs But he suspected the figure well,
away. Worthy of the person, of whom the Image was,
Of being the mother of Tupa, if he had
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Came the night already then his black robe

Posing in the lucid atmosphere,
When you seek rest from your brokenness
In the nest the birds, and in the place of the beast:
And when Sleep with gentle charm
To the meek mortals the moderate pain;
But it does not moderate in Diogo the mordacious
cure
To appease the fury of hard people.
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This (asks the Barbarian) so beautiful, When Gupeva meso, and different,
So beautiful face, perhaps it represents Than out in gross brutality,
Some very beautiful Maiden, Call to hear
What wife or grain? "Do you try?" it the crowd frenzied,
Or perhaps it was born of her, Who was around the deep grotto:
This one, who sits on the Heavens in the Sun? Put in the middle of the confused People,
Who can generation know so loudly? Let all of him hang, and listen attentively:
But if there is a Mother who begets it, this is without Valentes Paiaiás (says of this sort)
fail. That you inherit the brio of strong prosapia.

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Enchanted is the Lusitano peep If yesterday from the vile Sergipe surprised,
To listen in a rude mouth to such truth; We saw the great O postmaster
And worshiping the sovereign Mystery, We were surrounded, yes, but not defeated;
Mother having can not (said) the Divinity. It was not victory, it was betrayal of a weak.
But being eternal God, he became human, He knew well by repeated blows,
And without injury to her own virginity, With so much effort in the battle I attack;
The Maiden begot him, who steps on the Moon, And as without betrayal would do nothing,
Worthy Mother of Tupa, my mother, and yours. Not having guns, they come with armed hands

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Let us ask, then, who is Mother, to defend us; Shadow of the grain
Give it to me to hear docile ear; -Tatu, from whom I boil
And with you your People recommends, In these veins the blood; who I bring
Saying the Hero like that, devotee kneels. The unbeaten generation, who at war
He guessed the same with stupendous faith; Of terror to all, of terror, of destruction:
And pending from Diogo, who advises him, For the glory to thy name shall be preserved,
He raises his hands as he rises; And because the cante of Bahia the lake,
And seeing Or tears, too, she cried You send from there where the world ends
For our relief this Imboaba.
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But believing rude, how then did he live,
May the Holy Image be a living thing; It is fame then that the beautiful crowd
That by Mother of Tupá everything knew, Of the Ladies, whom Diogo believed,
Having power according to the glory so much; Seeing forward
Repeat what happened to Diogo with a sinking voice, the ship is in the waterway,
And to the Mother of God the heart raises: And that the hope of reaching it lost:
And putting the head between them, Among the waves with furious eagerness
It is the night, and the sleeplessness that falls asleep. Swimming the Bridegroom by the sea followed,
And not so much water that floats
32 The ardor that the chest has, bathing goes off.

Already in the purplish, and trembling Horizon,

Roses seem to be spreading Aurora;
And the sun that rises on the opposite mountain,
The beautiful light sheds creative:
The little birds are heard by the fountain,
Hailing the morning with a loud voice;
And the mortals already sleep untied
They were again in his care.
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Copious crowd of the French ship Mais arma não levou, que uma espingarda;
He runs to see the spectacle haunted; E posto ao lado de Gupeva amigo,
And ignoring the occasion of the strange company, Pronto a todo o acidente, e posto em guarda,
Breath of the feminine mob, who swims: Traz na cautela o escudo ao seu perigo.
One, which precedes in kindness, Em tanto a destra gente a caça aguarda,
It was not less beautiful than angry: E algum se afouta a penetrar no abrigo,
It was Moema, who moans with envy, Onde esconde a Pantera os seus cachorros,
And already close to the ship, it clings to the rudder. Outro a segue por brenhas, e por morros.

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Barbarian (the beautiful one says) Tiger, not man ... Until Gupeva commanded,
But the Tiger, as cruel as he is, In a circle the united line is formed,
Love forces forces, who finally master it; Wherever there is hunting already astonished,
Only you have not tamed, no matter how much I love Stand in the middle of a girdled cord:
you: Aft there from the frightened roar,
Furies, rays, coriscos, which the air consume, In a center is of reduced space:
How can you not consume the infamous? At hand it is reaped: beautiful thing!
But pay so much love with boredom, and disgust ... What do you like to see, what do you eat?
Ah, the corisco is you ... ray ... cliff. -over there.

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Well could you, cruel, have been elusive, It was not so in fugitive birds,
When faith surrendered to your deceit; That some frechava in the air, and others in ties
You will not even offend me to listen. With art the Hunter took alive:
"Hail, Which is favor, given in time, a One however in the liquid spaces
disappointment: It makes with the pen the parties little active,
But leaving the heart captive Leaving to the smooth feather the blows ties.
With to do - I always pray to my prayers human, Take Diogo's point of view, and the point waits:
Fled me, traitor, and of this sort Gives give him a shot, and shoot down the shotgun.
Do you pay my fine love so raw death?
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Being the mob away from caring it,
So hard ingratitude had felt less, The barbarian remains with the trembling blow,
And this sweet cruel fate had been to me, And falls to the earth in the tremendous shaking
If in spite of myself I shall not turn Of the flame, of failure, and of the boom:
That unworthy, this infamous, this traitor: Which of the horrid thunder with thunderbolt, and
She had followed you as a servant, pop
If I had not been afraid to call Lady Someone next to the one who falls, is stunned:
The vile Paraguaçu, who, without believing it, Tal Gupeva stayed behind, believing
About being inferior to me, it is foolish, and ugly. In Diogo's harquebus a thunderstorm.

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All on prostrate ground exclaim, and shout

The rude mob in miserable fainting,
And do the horror, what a stupid repeat
Tupá, Caramuru, fearing lightning.
They intend to have for God, when they allow it,
What you are seeing in fearful rehearsal,
Among horrible thunders of the game,
Vomit flames, and burn with fire.
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Since that day it is fame, that by name
Of the grain Now, I understand the great truth,
-Caramuru was celebrated That one God became man without blemish;
The fort Diogo; and who listened to dome And being three Persons in Unity,
This nickname the Scared Barbarian: From the Son to the Father there could be respect:
It indicated Brazil in the surname, The Second Person of the Trinity,
That was a dragon of the seas vomited: New man, like us, made of earth,
Neither art between us old age The peace of mankind with God founds seeking;
There is Jove, Apollo, and Mars by Deity. Redeemer pio of the mortal creature.

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Were today the rude American, This I believe, this I adore, I confess;
The valiant Roman, the sage Argivo; And this holy message venerating,
Nor was Salmoneu more foolish the deception, By my God, and Lord, I know him,
What another king had done in haughty Crete. To whom of the Earth, and Heaven belongs the
We who mock this insane People, command:
If we dig well in the native site, From this holy Baptism I beg you today,
From the ancient Heroes within to the images, Where on the Heavenly door entering,
We will not find any more, that other Salvages Let the spirit ascend to the glory he desires,
And with these my eyes still see it.
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It is easy propensity in brutal people,
When in fertile life he admires an art, Said the old man; and accompanying
To call a fabro the God of the mighty forge; With devotion I sigh the voice that expresses,
Give the warrior the fame of a Mars God. Well it shows that the chest is playing
Or perhaps by sulfur burning fire, The hidden anointing of the sublime Spirit:
So much has Jove heard everywhere: The hands to Heaven rises with tears;
Hercules, and Theseus, Jason in the Point And so much burning on the face is printed,
They would be things like the ones I tell you. To accompany it seems the humble request
A flood of water, and another of fire.
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How much more deserves, than in learned Lira
If you sing for Hero, who cried, and just, Then the good minister: It's fair, friend,
Where the blind nation so deliriously, Who cried (told him) your sin;
Reduces an unjust People to humanity? For not loving God; to be his enemy,
If by Hero in the World one is only astonished, If you blasphemed him; of not having honored him;
Who tyrants earned a name Augustus; Of not serving your parents; of an old hatred;
How much greater will be that the vile tyrant, And if you were not honest, or you have stolen;
Who in the beasts infuses a human breast? Whether in woman, property, or fame in an ugly case
You did hurt, or you lusted after the others.
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Such thought then did not return.
The grain This is the Holy Law, which in us is printed
-Caramuru, seeing prostrate No offense, no excuse;
The rude crowd, that God creates, Where you have failed to confess,
And what do you expect of this art to find tamed: How much should one who sinning abuses:
Unlucky Politics of Idolatry, Would you like satisfaction with the promise
Where the old blindness was caused; Of better life, in what the Law accuses you:
But Diogo, who abhors the ugly insult, For whoever has sinned, let him not do so,
When terror increases, refuse worship He receives the Sacrament, but not grace.
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I, said the American, first of all It gathers the battles Van-Scop,

I loved from the heart who I was: And to the front with value of the line put,
Your name I ignore, but it honors I study it; Try to dislodge from occupied high
And in faith I have always adored it sincerely: The undefeated Shrimp, who makes him face:
On certain days collected, and mute But with rain of bullets fired,
He tended to venerate those who rule, Killing did not He loses three times the earned wage;
want, nor did any eat, And already wounded with a thousand dead yield,
For they would not do it to me. In vile flight, which night grants him.

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Woman had but one persuaded Ninety of his loses the Lusitano;
That with one if it can; impure action And while the Belgian withdraws uncertainly,
I was always horrified; having understood, Let the whole mountain be discovered, and flat
That only in the Matrimony was certain: Of flags, cannons, and weapons covered:
Any other pleasure was forbidden, Many there of the tyrant Batavo,
Because if so much abuse is plotted; Lost in the night in the open,
Who, following this instinct of the Devil, Lets day, inexperienced in scripts,
If you could remember the Marriage? In the hands of our troop prisoners.

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I have never stolen, fearing to be robbed: It horrifies The Netherlands, Europe,

For keeping my fame, I honored the stranger: Exalts Portugal, sings to Bahia,
I do not remember being slandered, Seeing if only so little troops
Neither said evil, that it is ugly; From the terrible power, which invaded it:
And whoever else had murmured, Nothing of human thought lies,
Let them do it otherwise, believe it or not; That in every case the hand of God was clear,
I was not envious of what anyone could, For he always chooses for his portents
To see that who has it, its evil punishes. The weakest, and humble instruments.

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Anyway, I ran my years since childhood She had exhausted her ambition, but not tired.
Without offending (as far as I know) this just Law, The greedy Holland in such a conquest;
Without having the good loathing thing, And for a new,
All by the hand of God august. Choose the Captains, and the People ready:
In my evils only tolerance But from the British to the provoked weapons,
Mos would pass the least expense: On top of interest,
This my anxiety was, this my zeal, Suspends the influx in the famous company,
To know who God was; treat it, and see it. Leaving the war in Pernambuco.

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Saying the Old man thus, so much light, Brinc at this time, Colonel brave,
As if a fire had been set on him: Impetra of Van-Scop troop shined,
He reclines on the humble forehead, and the voice With petrechos, and powerful numbers,
suspends; That in cruel battle everything decides:
And falling into delusion in this affliction, Five thousand men of chosen People,
The Minister, who succeeds, Of cannons, and petrified garments,
And seeking water, let him baptize soon; Put in the haunted field of Power,
Only Felis says, I baptize you, Equalizing value with due diligence.
He left happy on a flight to Paradise.
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With two thousand six hundred veterans Soon the Caramuru in the language, and style
Barreto confronts him, and the Belgian invades, O
The Lusitanos run from everywhere From the natives talking to the new Chief,
To sustain freedom: I put everything in silence to listen
It lodges the Luso on the same planes, It,
Where the past death had been; The shield of Bahia shows the people.
The Belgian on the mountain stands out, The dove of Noah, which at noon asylum
One that damages renewed, another that avenges. With olive branch comes again,
Making people understand the peace, that to the raw
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With the Faith he dispensed the Clement King.
But Brinc is always attentive from the top
With warlike expertise occupies the hill, 72
Where following the military custom,
He gives form to the rear, and orders the forehead: This is the title (said) true,
Not so bold the Portuguese presume, What does Brazil occupy in this Anarchy?
That in advantageous position the Belgian confronts, The very High Lord D. João Terceiro,
Waiting for the occasion, In order that the wicked mob may be in peace:
Of being able to attack with more fortune. Because to the supreme Being, and
Being first Recognize the wilderness, serve Bahia;
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In the new Empire, which conquers the Church.
Barreto recognizes the site, and forms;
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That, skilled in the step, of the ascent the informs,
Makes the brave Vieira fiery attack: Said Diogo, and the Quinas fluttering,
And covering the invasion with wise rule, Real, Real with voice clamors expressive,
With the fire protects the huge assault, By D. João Monarca, venerating,
Until by a thousand dubious cases, Prince of Brazil, what a wonderful life.
See on the hill the spirited champions The mob responds to the living, replicating,
With such a loud cry, that the ear deprives,
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Correspond to the warlike Trombetas.
New battle there with live fire
He moves boldly the Belgian, and firmly insists; 74
And as much as the Vieira invades active,
Where one body hesitates, another resists: Then sitting on the huge Sólio,
Such there is still half-life combat; That the beautiful Lady had already vacated,
Such a corpse already in sad death, As Governor of Lusa People
The earth bites, and in angry rage, Thomas de Sousa wooed her;
Blaspheming from Heaven, fire life It takes legitimate possession, and patent
From Bahia, and Sertão, and without quarrel, From
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In the name of their kings the earth occupies.
Everywhere flies the grain
- Low,
And one anima, another helps, others exhorts;
And arousing in the Luso the Patriotic affection,
Incites the strong, the invalid comforts:
Brainc was fierce, Brinc in blood,
Between Batava, oppressed mob, and dead,
It horrifies a powerful battalion,
And others repress with fiery fertility.
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Then to the People, and illustrious Magistrate

By laws of the new empire manifest,
Let it be the venerated Holy Name,
That cease in the Sertões the War infests;
May the homicide be punished,
In the atrocious Anthropophagus, which the Law
detests,

LET’S GO ZARA!
That the Evangelical Embassy that sends,
Hear with peace; to be honored or announced

KAYA NATIN TO :)
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Let the Indian be employed there,

LALABAN TAYO
And let it be in the shadow of the Laws of peace;
May he live in preserved liberty,
Without being oppressed by the Settlers it is:
That at the king's expense be polite
The Neophyte, who embraces the Holy Church;
And that in the holy company to the Missionary LAGI HINDI TAYO
Subministre subsidy the Royal Treasury.

77 SUSUKO!
Finally published Monarch Straight,
In favor of Diogo, and Catherine,
A Real Honorific Decree,
fIGHTING! AJA!
That to its deserving honors destina:
And in return for loyal affection,
With what crowns the Lady confines him,

- JOM
It has honor in the Lusitanian Colony,
Diogo Álvares Correa de Viana.