Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past
Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow
Sabean odours, from the spicy shore
Of Araby the bless'd; with such delay
Well pleas'd, they slack their course; and many a league
Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles:
So entertain'd those odorous sweets
Paradise Lost, iv. 152.
Another passage, scarcely less poetical, and, in moral beauty, far superior, affords a still more striking coincidence:
The merchant, who towards spicy regions sails,