Whose mountaines with high heads did heauen aspire,
Which white with snow as if they had been bald
Did yet breath forth blacke smoakes and burning fire,
A wonder strange for humaine sense t’admire,
I with my Britaines bold bore to the Strand
And vncontrol’d march’t vp into the land.
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Whose people rude and liuing in their kind,
As beasts that wander in the desert field,
The rationall and best part of the mind