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To the right well deseruing Mr. Iohn Speed, the Author of this Worke.
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To the right well deseruing Mr. Iohn Speed, the Author of this Worke.

In this BOOKE, (Bibliothec, or Booke of Bookes;
TIMES Library, PLACES Geographie)
All that is shewne for which the curious lookes
Touching this LAND, for Place, or Historie.
In which, thou hast with paine, with care, and skill,
Surueid this LAND more neere then ere it was:
For which, thy Wit thou strain'd hast to thy Will,
That wils as much as Wit can bring to passe.
The faire Hibernia, that Westerne Isle likewise,
In euery Member, Artire, Nerue, and Veyne,
Thou by thine Art dost so Anatomize,
That all may see each parcell without paine.
There Time, and Place, like friendly foes doo warre
Which should shew most desir'd Particulars;
But Place giues place, sith Time is greater farre,
Yet Place, well rang'd, gets glory by these warres.
No helps thou hadst, nor no assisting ayde
In this attempt: but, Vertue gaue thee might
That well to doe, that well thou hast assaid,
Which shall (in grace) out-like immortall spight.
Hadst thou among the Romanes liu'd when they
Did signiorize the World; a Signiory
Should then (at least) haue guerdon'd thy Suruey,
Thy Mappes, Descriptions, and thine Historie.
But, thou dost liue when all Arts saue the eight
(Illiberal-liberall Arte) a begging goe;
That Art alone, with her true friend Deceipt,
Gets all; then all seekes but that Arte to know.
But, by thy Art though nought be purchased
But emptie Fame (that feedes, but fattens not)
Yet shall it feede thy NAME till DEATH be dead;
While emptie noble Names away shall rot.
The Leaues this Booke contains, & Maps here grau'n,
Are still as Feathers to thy Fames fayre Wings,
To fanne fresh Ayre vpon the face of Heauen;
And raise the same aboue all ending Things:
That when Confusion wracks this double FRAME,
A Spirit shall moue on CHAOS called thy Fame.
The vnfained louer of thy Person, Io. Davies.
 

Trauell.

Adulation.