Madagascar.
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That which the Sultan's glistrings Bride doth weare,
To these would but a Glowormes eie appeare:
The Tuscan Duk's compar'd, shewes sick, and dark;
These living Starres, and his a dying spark.
And now I saw (what urg'd my wonder more)
Black Suds of Ambar-Greece, float to the shore:
Whilst rude'dull Mariners, who hardly can
Distinguish Buffe, or Hides, from Cordovan,
(Since gloves they never weare) this Oyntment use
Not to perfume, but supple their parch'd Shooes.
Now others hasten to the woods, and there
Such fruits for taste and odor, ev'ry where
Are seene; that the Merabolan by some
Is slighted as a course sowre winter-Plumme.
Then new temptations make them all in love
With wand'ring, till invited to a Grove,
They strait those silken litle Weavers spie,
That worke so fast on leaves of Mulberie:
The Persian worme (whose weary sommer toyles
So long hath beene the rusling Courtiers spoyles)
Compar'd to these, lives ever lazily,
And for neat spinning is a bungling Flie!
To these would but a Glowormes eie appeare:
The Tuscan Duk's compar'd, shewes sick, and dark;
These living Starres, and his a dying spark.
And now I saw (what urg'd my wonder more)
Black Suds of Ambar-Greece, float to the shore:
Whilst rude'dull Mariners, who hardly can
Distinguish Buffe, or Hides, from Cordovan,
(Since gloves they never weare) this Oyntment use
Not to perfume, but supple their parch'd Shooes.
Now others hasten to the woods, and there
Such fruits for taste and odor, ev'ry where
Are seene; that the Merabolan by some
Is slighted as a course sowre winter-Plumme.
Then new temptations make them all in love
With wand'ring, till invited to a Grove,
They strait those silken litle Weavers spie,
That worke so fast on leaves of Mulberie:
The Persian worme (whose weary sommer toyles
So long hath beene the rusling Courtiers spoyles)
Compar'd to these, lives ever lazily,
And for neat spinning is a bungling Flie!
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