TO MY FRIEND Will. Davenant; upon his Poem of Madagascar.
What mighty Princes Poets are? those things The great ones stick at, and our very Kings Lay downe, they venter on; and with great ease, Discover, conquer, what, and where they please. Some Flegmatick Sea-Captaine, would have staid For money now, or Victualls; not have waid Anchor without'em; Thou (will) do'st not stay So 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 come From Madagascar, Fraught with Laurell home, And welcome (will) for the first time, but prithee In thy next Voyage, bring the Gold too with thee.
