The Four Elements. 115
Man wants his bread and wine, & pleafant fruits
He knows, fuch fweets, lies not in Earths dr}^ roots
Then feeks me out, in river and in well
His deadly malady I might expell:
If I fupply, his heart and veins rejoyce,
If not, foon ends his life, as did his voyce;
That this is true. Earth thou canft not deny
I call thine Egypt, this to verifie,
Which by my fatting Nile, doth yield fuch ftore
That fhe can fpare, when nations round are poor
When I run low, and not o'reflow her brinks
To meet with want, each woful man be-thinks:
And fuch I am, in Rivers, fhowrs and fprings
But what's the wealth, that my rich Ocean brings
Fifhes fo numberlefs, I there do hold
If thou fhouldft buy, it would exhauft thy gold:
There lives the oyly Whale, whom all men know
Such wealth but not fuch like. Earth thou maift Ihow
The Dolphin loving mufick. Avians friend
The witty ^ Barbel, whofe craft doth her commend
With thoufands^more, which now I lift not name
Thy lilence of thy Beafts doth caufe the fame
My pearles that dangle at thy Darlings ears, [16]
Not thou, but fhel-lifh yield, as Pliny clears.
Was ever gem fo rich found in thy trunk,
As Egypts wanton, Cleopatra drunk f
Or haft thou any colour can come nigh
The Roman purple, double Tirian Dye?
i craft}'. i wit.
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