And Nubia with her poisons; those, alas,May be the sources of that custom whenThe Emperor of MonomotapaWill drink. He takes his glass; the complete CourtAt once set up prayers for him with a VoiceSo loud, that all the neighbourhood arousedRepeat the same, and on and on it soundsTill the whole empire like a tempest swellsIts supplication for the monarch's tankard.
Such truths we owe to blest Geography,That's certain as the magnet and the pole,And by this learning we may scare aloofAll horned Chimeras and vile Fallacies,May know the world, and be the richest in it,And keep the flag of Britain on the mastsOf thundering navies."This great accent reached,He paused, and nodded. The clock ticked, the flyWalked round the Globe; till he, with sudden shock,Struck with a silence, rubbed his eyes to findThe audience gone, plainly to view at onceUnder his universal inspirationThose fruitful wonders of the natural world
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