A Voyage to East-India

ried devotion, (but in a wrong way) with many other excellent moralities, fo to fhine in them, that by this very light he may fee thousands of thofe (whom before I named) that have means to know, and therefore fhould do better, in many things to come exceeding short of them, who (themselves are ready to conclude) come fhort of Heaven.

But I fhall not further anticipate my discourse, in being like a vain-glorious entertainer, who fills the ears of his guests with his dishes, before they see or tafte them. Which if thou fhall please to do, read on, and thou art very welcome however.

Farewell.

Edward Terry.

To his worthy Friend Mr. EDWARD TERRY, on bis Voyage to EAST-INDIA.

WORTH will break prison, tho' detain'd awhile

Το try its truth; yet lends the world a smile

At laft: the glorious all-ey'd fun, tho' late,
Defies its cloud, afferts its native state,
And in a fovereign grandeur doth arife
To scorn those mists that aim'd it to disguise:
So doth thine Indian voyage, after years
In filence buried, pleafe our eyes and ears:
Not with Utopian fancies, nor with vain
Delufions, brought unto us from the main
Invention, backt with boldness, fo fet out
As if we must believe, nor dare to doubt:
No, thou to those appeal'ft, whofe knowledge can
Upbraid thee, if thou over-act the man,
Thou feem'ft to be; thou by his light haft gone,
Who knows exactly what is wrote, or done.

II.

The world's a theatre, in which each wight
His part doth act, the body to the sprite
But fhadow. Faces differ nothing more

Than do the fouls, which flesh hath cover'd o'er.
One wedg'd is to the gain of homestays; when
Another counts his home a lazer's den.

A third man proves fo active, that he knows
No bounds but his vaft fancy overflows :
With Alexander he to India flies,

Not it to conquer, but to please his eyes.

No fea, no danger, no amazing foe,
Gives his brave emulation overthrow.
Leviathan's a gudgeon; he can vie

With Behemoth; no monfter makes him fly.
Hurry'd he is from eaft to weft, and thence
North, fouth, to compafs.earth's circumference:
Here picks he up a rarity; anon

Pofts to fome new discover'd horizon.

III.

Yet fond they are, who mak't their greatest aim
To rifle earth, only to purchase fame.
But you, through hazʼrdous torrid zones arrive,
To bring fome honey to your country's hive.
No fpices, orient pearls, no tiflues are
Thy traffic; thefe with thee accounted ware
For pedling dolts; thy venture no return
Admits, but what enrich the mental urn,
And makes thy readers, at thy pains, appear
Acquainted with the south-eaft hemifphere;
Wherein rare fecrets of dame Nature lie
Couch'd, but difcover'd knowledge multiply.
Well fare thy noble mind, which gives us caufe
To view in it the force of nature's laws

Read in those Indians: Proceed, and let us know
What other fruits within thine India grow,

And tell us what thou know'ft. A man's not born
To fee and to observe for's self alone.

But to fucceffion we grow ftill in debt;

Worth lives, when dead; day lafts, tho' fun be set.

EDWARD WATERHOUSE, Esq.

Το

To my

ancient Friend Mr. EDWARD TERRY, on his INDIAN Voyage.

G How every land feated and bounded lies;

Eographers prefent before mens eyes

But the hiftorian, and wife traveller,

Defcry what minds and manners fojourn there.
The common merchant brings thee home fuch ware
As makes thy garment wanton, or thy fare:
But this hath traffic in a better kind,
To please and profit both thy virtuous mind.
He fhews what reafon finds in her dim night
By groping after God with nature's light
Into what uncouth paths those nations stray
Whom God permits to walk in their own way;
And how the fun, a lamp to feek God by,
Dazzles fome eyes into idolatry.

Read it, and thou wilt make this gam at least,
To love thy one true God, and country/best.

HENRY ASHWOOD.

To my ingenious Friend and dear Kinfman, the Author of thefe Relations.

HOUGH moft geographers have the good hap

THOUGH

geograpencelef's map;

And while the world to us they reprefent,

No further yet than pilgrim Purchas went;

Paft Dover's dreadful cliff afraid to go,

And took the Land's-end for the world's end too ;

Span'd countries at the fingers ends at ease;

Crack'd with their nail all France, turn'd blots to feas; Of whom this strong line we may ridling fay,