TO MY FRIEND Will. Davenant; upon his Poem of Madagascar.
What mighty Princes Poets are? those thingsThe great ones stick at, and our very KingsLay downe, they venter on; and with great ease,Discover, conquer, what, and where they please.Some Flegmatick Sea-Captaine, would have staidFor money now, or Victualls; not have waidAnchor without'em; Thou (will) do'st not staySo much as for a Wind, but go'st away,Land'st, View'st the Country; fight'st, put'st all to rout,Before another cou'd be putting out!And now the newes in towne is; Dav'nant's comeFrom Madagascar, Fraught with Laurell home,And welcome (will) for the first time, but pritheeIn thy next Voyage, bring the Gold too with thee.
