A Description of New England/To my Worthy friend and Cosen, Captaine Iohn Smith
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To my Worthy friend and Cosen,
Captaine Iohn Smith.
Captaine Iohn Smith.
It ouer-ioyes my heart, when as thy Words
Of these designes, with deeds I doe compare.
Heere is a Booke, such worthy truth affords,
None should the due desert thereof impare;
Sith thou, the man, deseruing of these Ages,
Much paine hast ta’en for this our Kingdoms good,
In Climes vnknowne, Mongst Turks and Saluages,
T'inlarge our bounds; though with thy losse of blood.
Hence damn’d Detraction: stand not in our way.
Enuie, it selfe, will not the Truth gainesay.
Of these designes, with deeds I doe compare.
Heere is a Booke, such worthy truth affords,
None should the due desert thereof impare;
Sith thou, the man, deseruing of these Ages,
Much paine hast ta’en for this our Kingdoms good,
In Climes vnknowne, Mongst Turks and Saluages,
T'inlarge our bounds; though with thy losse of blood.
Hence damn’d Detraction: stand not in our way.
Enuie, it selfe, will not the Truth gainesay.
N. Smith.