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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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A SHORT DESCRIPTION OF THE LONGING desire that America hath to entertaine this vnmatchable Perambulator.
  
  
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A SHORT DESCRIPTION OF THE LONGING desire that America hath to entertaine this vnmatchable Perambulator.

America , A merry K, Peru,
Vnhappy all in hauing not thy view:
Virginia of thy worth doth onely heare,
And longs the weight of thy foot-steps to beare:
Returne thee, O returne thee quickly than,
And see the mighty Court of Powhatan;
Then shall great Volumes with thy Trauels swell,
And Fame ring lowder then Saint Pulchers Bell.
Then maist thou (if thou please) despight the Deuil,
End thy good daies within the Towne of Euill.
And then at Odcombe thou entomb'd maist be,
Where Trauellers may come thy shrine to see,
By which the Sexton may more money get,
Then Mecaes Priests doe gaine by Mahomet.
These Letters following, which thou didst subscribe
Vnto thy Mother and th'Odcombian Tribe,
Declare thy Art, and also whence thou art,
And whence, from thence thy purpose is to part.
Thy learn'd Oration to the mighty Mogull,
All men thereby may see if thou beest no gull,
Tis so compactly and exactly writ,
It shewes an extraordinary wit.
For write thou what thou please, ('tis thy good lot)
Men like it, though they vnderstand it not.