Madagascar.
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Whose Mother sure, was ravish'd in a dreame,
By somes o're hot, lascivious Noone-day-beame;
From whence, he cals himselfe, The wealth of sight,
The Morn's Executor, the Heire of Light:
And he, that thinks his rule extends so farre,
He hopes, the former Three his Vassailes are:
Compar'd to him, in Warre hee rates them lesse,
Than Corporals; than Constables in peace:
And hopes the mighty Presbiter stands bare
In rev'rence of his name, and will not dare
To weare (though sick) his purple Turband on
Within a hundred Leagues, of his bright Throne.
These Mortall Gods, for traffique still disperse
Their envy'd wealth, throughout the universe;
In Caracks, built so wide, that they want roome
In narrow Seas; or in a Iunck, whose wombe
So swels, as could our wonder be so mad,
To thinke that Boats, or Ships their sexes had;
Who them beheld, would simply say; sure these
Are neere their time, and big with Pinnaces:
Yet though so large, and populous, they all
Must tribute pay, unto thy Admirall.
By somes o're hot, lascivious Noone-day-beame;
From whence, he cals himselfe, The wealth of sight,
The Morn's Executor, the Heire of Light:
And he, that thinks his rule extends so farre,
He hopes, the former Three his Vassailes are:
Compar'd to him, in Warre hee rates them lesse,
Than Corporals; than Constables in peace:
And hopes the mighty Presbiter stands bare
In rev'rence of his name, and will not dare
To weare (though sick) his purple Turband on
Within a hundred Leagues, of his bright Throne.
These Mortall Gods, for traffique still disperse
Their envy'd wealth, throughout the universe;
In Caracks, built so wide, that they want roome
In narrow Seas; or in a Iunck, whose wombe
So swels, as could our wonder be so mad,
To thinke that Boats, or Ships their sexes had;
Who them beheld, would simply say; sure these
Are neere their time, and big with Pinnaces:
Yet though so large, and populous, they all
Must tribute pay, unto thy Admirall.
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