Tagus, farewell! that westward with thy streams br Turns up the grains of gold already tried br With spur and sail, for I go to seek the Thames br Gainward the sun that shewth her wealthy pride, br And to the town which Brutus sought by dreams, br Like bended moon doth lend her lusty side. br My king, my country, alone for whome I live, br Of mighty love the wings for this me give.