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All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet

Being Sixty and three in Number. Collected into one Volume by the Author [i.e. John Taylor]: With sundry new Additions, corrected, reuised, and newly Imprinted

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Certaine Verses in commendations of this mirrour of footmanship, this Catholique or vniuersall Traueller, this European, Asian, African Pilgrime, this well letterd, well litterd discouerer and Cosmographicall describer Master Thomas Coriat of Odcombe.
  
  
  
  
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Certaine Verses in commendations of this mirrour of footmanship, this Catholique or vniuersall Traueller, this European, Asian, African Pilgrime, this well letterd, well litterd discouerer and Cosmographicall describer Master Thomas Coriat of Odcombe.

O thou , whose sharpe toes cut the Globe in quarters,
Mongst Iews & Greeks & tyrannizing Tartars:
Whose glory through the vasty Welkin rumbles,
And whose great Acts more then nine Muses mumbles,
Whose rattling Fame Apollo's daughters thunders,
Midst Africk monsters, and mongst Asian wonders;
Accept these footed Uerses I implore thee,
That here (Great Footman) goe on foot before thee:

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To sing thy praise I would my Muse inforce,
But that (alas) she is both harsh and hoarse:
And therefore pardon this my Loues Epistle,
For though she cannot sing, I'l make her whistle.