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Madagascar.
 Now Wealth (the cause, and the reward of War)Is greedily explor'd: some busie areIn virgin Mines; where shining gold they spie,That darkens the Celestiall Chymicks eye:I wish'd my Soule had brought my body here,Not as a Poet, but a Pioner.Some neere the deepest shore are sent to dive;Whilst with their long retentive breath they striveTo root up Corall Trees, where Mermaids lie,Sighing beneath those Precious boughs, and dieFor absence of their scaly Lovers lostIn midnight stormes, about the Indian coast.Some finde old Oysters, that lay gapeing thereFor ev'ry new, fresh flood, a hundred yeare;From these they rifle Pearles whose pond'rous sizeSinks weaker Divors when they strive to rise:So big, on Carckonets were never scene,But where some well truss'd Giantesse is Queene;For though th'are Orient, and design'd to deck,Their weight would yoke a tender Ladies Neck.Some climbe, and search the Rocks, till each have foundA Saphyr, Ruby, and a Diamond:

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