Proud over the rest, with splendid wealth arrayed, As crown on, Europe's head The Lusitania reign, Where the land ends and seas begins. - Luís de Camões

But an old man of venerable look
(Standing upon the shore amongst the crowds)
His eyes fixed upon us (on ship-board), shook
His head three times, overcast with sorrow's clouds:
And (straining his voice more, than well could brook
His aged lungs: it rattled in our shrouds)
Out of a science, practice did attest,
Let fly these words from an oraculous breast:</p>O glory of commanding! O vain thirst
Of that same empty nothing we call fame!

Cesse tudo o que a Musa antiga canta, Que outro valor mais alto se alevanta.

And you, fair nymphs of Tagus, parent stream,
If ever your meadows were my pastoral theme,
O come auspicious, and the song inspire
With all the boldness of your hero's fire:
Deep and majestic let the numbers flow,
And, rapt to heaven, with ardent fury glow.