ii6 Anne B radji reeV s Works.
Which Ccefars Confuls, Tribunes all adorn,
For it to fearch my waves they thought no fcorn.
Thy gallant rich perfuming Amber-greece
I lightly call aihore as frothy fleece:
With rowling grains of pureft maffie gold,
Which Spains Americans do gladly hold.
Earth thou haft not moe countr3's vales «& mounds
Then I have fountains, rivers lakes and ponds.
My fundry feas, black, w^hite and Adriatiqtce,
Ionia?!, Baltiqzie and the vafh Atlanfique,
u^gean^' Ca/pian, golden Rivers five,
Aj'phaltis lake where nought remains alive:
But I fhould go beyond thee in my" boafts.
If I fhould name '" more feas then thou haft Coafts.
And be thy mountains n'er fo high and fteep,
I foon can match them with my feas as deep.-^
To fpeak of kinds of waters I negleft.
My diverfe fountains and their ftrange efle6l:
My wholfome bathes, together with their cures;
My water Syrens with their guilefull lures.
Th'uncertain caufe of certain ebbs and flows,
Which wondring Arijiotles wit n'er knows.
Nor will I fpeak of waters made by art,
Which can to life reftore a fainting heart.
Nor fruitfull dews, nor drops diftiPd from^ eyes, [17]
Which pitty move, and oft deceive the wife;
« The Ponticke. v thy. ^ fhew.
jc But note this maxima in Philosophy:
Then Seas are deep, mountains are never high. y drops from weeping.
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