That reading of thee, after times may tell,
In Travell, Prose, and Verse, thou didst excell.
To his dearely respected friend William Lithgow.
Shall Homer sing of stray’d Ulysses toyle?
From Greece to Memphis, in parch’d Ægypts soyle:
Flank’d with old Piramides, and melting Nyle,
Which was the furthest, he attayn’d the while:
A length of no such course, by ten to one,
Which thou thy selfe pedestrially hast gone: