For would we daigne to spare, though ‘twere no more
Then what o’re-filles, and surfets vs in store,
To order Nature’s fruitfulnesse a while
In that rude Garden, you New England stile;
With present good, ther’s hope in after-daies
Thence to repaire what Time and Pride decaies
In this rich kingdome. And the spatious West
Beeing still more with English blood possest,
The Proud Iberians shall not rule those Seas,
To checke our ships from sayling where they please;
Nor future times make any forraine power
Become so great to force a bound to Our.
Much good my minde fore-tels would follow hence
With little labour, and with lesse expence.
Thriue therefore thy Designe, who ere enuie:
England may ioy in England’s Colony,
Virginia seeke her Virgine sisters good,
Be blessed in such happie neighbourhood:
Or, what-soere Fate pleaseth to permit,
Be thou still honor’d for first moouing it.
Then what o’re-filles, and surfets vs in store,
To order Nature’s fruitfulnesse a while
In that rude Garden, you New England stile;
With present good, ther’s hope in after-daies
Thence to repaire what Time and Pride decaies
In this rich kingdome. And the spatious West
Beeing still more with English blood possest,
The Proud Iberians shall not rule those Seas,
To checke our ships from sayling where they please;
Nor future times make any forraine power
Become so great to force a bound to Our.
Much good my minde fore-tels would follow hence
With little labour, and with lesse expence.
Thriue therefore thy Designe, who ere enuie:
England may ioy in England’s Colony,
Virginia seeke her Virgine sisters good,
Be blessed in such happie neighbourhood:
Or, what-soere Fate pleaseth to permit,
Be thou still honor’d for first moouing it.
George Wither,
è societate Lincol.
è societate Lincol.
