Come my brave gallant come, uncase, uncase,
Nere shall oblivion your great actes deface.
He has been there where never man came yet,
An unknowne countrie, I, ile warrant it,
Whence he could Ballace a good ship in holde,
With Rubies, Saphiers, Diamonds and golde,
Great Orient Pearles esteem’d no more then moates,
Sould by the pecke as chandlers mesure oates,
I mervaile then we have no trade from thence:
O tis too farre it will not beare expence.
T’were far indeede, a good way from our mayne,
If charges eate up such excessive gaine,
Well he can shew you some of Lybian gravell,
O that there were another world to travell,
I heard him sweare that hee (twas in his mirth)
Had been in all the corners of the earth.
Let all his wonders be together stitcht,
He threw the barre that great Alcides pitcht:
But he that saw the Oceans farthest strands,
You pose him if you aske where Dover stands.
He has been under ground and hell did see,
Aeneas nere durst goe so farre as hee.
For he has gone through Plutœs Regiment,
Saw how the Fiendes doe Lyers there torment.
And how they did in helles damnation frye,
But who would thinke the Traveller would lye?
To dine with Pluto he was made to tarrie,
As kindly us’d as at his Ordinarie.
Hogsheades of wine drawne out into a Tub,
Where he did drinke hand-smooth with Belzebub,
And Proserpine gave him a goulden bow,
Tis in his chest he cannot shew it now.