Obey’d through all the circuit of the main.
Then too great Commerce, for a late-found world,
Against your coast her eager sails unfurl’d:
New hopes, new passions, thence to bosom fir’d;
New plans, new arts, the genius thence inspir’d;
Thence every scene, which private fortune knows,
In stronger life, with bolder spirit, rose.
Disgrac’d I this full prospect which I drew?
My colours languid, or my strokes untrue?
Have not your sages, warriors, swains, and kings