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And some, whom Traffick thither tempts, shall thence
In her exchange (though they did grudge her shrines,
And poorly banish'd her to save expence)
Bring home the Idol, Gold, from new-found Mines.
And some, whom Traffick thither tempts, shall thence
In her exchange (though they did grudge her shrines,
And poorly banish'd her to save expence)
Bring home the Idol, Gold, from new-found Mines.
35.
Till then, sad Pilots must be often lost,
Whilst from the Ocean's dreaded Face they shrink;
And seeking safetie near the cos'ning Coast,
With winds surpris'd, by Rockie Ambush sink.
Till then, sad Pilots must be often lost,
Whilst from the Ocean's dreaded Face they shrink;
And seeking safetie near the cos'ning Coast,
With winds surpris'd, by Rockie Ambush sink.
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Or if success rewards, what they endure,
The Worlds chief Jewel, Time, they then ingage
And forfeit (trusting long the Cynosure)
To bring home nought but wretched Gold, and Age.
Or if success rewards, what they endure,
The Worlds chief Jewel, Time, they then ingage
And forfeit (trusting long the Cynosure)
To bring home nought but wretched Gold, and Age.
37.
Yet when this plague of ignorance shall end,
(Dire ignorance, with which God plagues us most;
Whilst we not feeling it, him most offend)
Then lower'd Sayls no more shall tie the Coast.
Yet when this plague of ignorance shall end,
(Dire ignorance, with which God plagues us most;
Whilst we not feeling it, him most offend)
Then lower'd Sayls no more shall tie the Coast.
38.
They with new Tops to Fore-masts and the Main,
And Misens new, shall th' Ocean's Breast invade;
Stretch new sayls out, as Arms to entertain
Those winds, of which their Fathers were afraid.
They with new Tops to Fore-masts and the Main,
And Misens new, shall th' Ocean's Breast invade;
Stretch new sayls out, as Arms to entertain
Those winds, of which their Fathers were afraid.
39.
Then (sure of either Pole) they will with pride,
In ev'ry storm, salute this constant Stone!
And scorn that Star, which ev'ry Cloud could hide;
The Sea-men's spark! which soon, as seen, is gone!
Then (sure of either Pole) they will with pride,
In ev'ry storm, salute this constant Stone!
And scorn that Star, which ev'ry Cloud could hide;
The Sea-men's spark! which soon, as seen, is gone!
40.
'Tis sung, the Ocean shall his bonds untie,
And Earth in half a Globe be pent no more;
Typhis shall sail, till Thube he discrie,
But a domestick step to distant Shore!
'Tis sung, the Ocean shall his bonds untie,
And Earth in half a Globe be pent no more;
Typhis shall sail, till Thube he discrie,
But a domestick step to distant Shore!
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