Endow’d with Leaves of wondrous Nourishment,
Whose Juice succ’d in, and to the Stomach ta’en,
Long Hunger and long Labour can sustain;
From which our faint and weary Bodies find
More Succour, more they cheat the drooping Mind
Than can your Bacchus and your Ceres join’d.
Three Leaves supply for six days march afford,
The Quitoita with this Provision stor’d
Can pass the vast and cloudy Andes o’er—
The dreadful Andes plac’d ’twixt Winter’s store