Yet with a natural joy I must impute
To our tribe's honour, what by you is done
Worthy the title of a Prelate's son.
And scarcely have two brothers farther borne
20A father's name, or with more value worn
Their own, than two of you; whose pens and feet
Have made the distant points of Heav'n to meet;
He by exact discoveries of the West,
Yourself by painful travels in the East
Some more like you might pow'rfully confute