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 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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