LAURENCE KEYMIS ad. 



1596. 

 His bating Colours English valure swarmes 



In haste, as if Guianian Orenoque 



With his Fell waters fell upon our shore. 



And now a wind as forward as their spirits, 



Sets their glad feet on smooth Guianas breast. 



Where (as if ech man were an Orpheus) 



A world of Savages fall tame before them, 



Storing their theft-free treasuries with golde, 



And there doth plentie crowne their wealthie fields, 



There Learning eates no more his thriftlesse bookes, 



Nor Valure Estridge-like his yron armes. 



There Beautie is no strumpet for her wants. 



Nor Gallique humours putrifie her blood : 



But all our Youth take Hymens lights in hand, 



And fill eche roofe with honor'd progenie. 



There makes Societie Adamantine chaines, 



And joyns their hearts with wealth, whom wealth dis- 



join'd. 

 There healthfuU Recreations strow their meades. 

 And make their mansions daunce with neighbourhood. 

 That here were drowned in churlish Avarice. 

 And there do Pallaces and temples rise [III. 672.] 



Out of the earth, and kisse th'enamored skies. 

 Where new Britannia humblie kneeles to heaven. 

 The world to her, and, both at her blest feet, 

 In whom the circles of all Empire meete. 



G. C. 



Ad Thomam Hariotum Matheseos, & universal 

 Philosophic peritissimum, de Guiana Carmen. 

 Dat. Anno. 1595. 



MOntibus est Regio, quasi muris, obsita, multis : 

 Circumsepit aquis quos Raleana suis. 

 Intus habet largos Guiana recessus: 

 Hostili gestans libera colla jugo. 

 Hispanus clivis illis sudavit, & alsit 



Septem annos, novies : nee tamen invaluit. 



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