But what thou hast attain’d with care and cost.
Thou yeelds it gratis, to the world againe.
Upon the bankes of wonder-breeding Clide,
To these designes thy heart did first assent
One way, indeed, to give thy selfe content,
But more to satisfie a world beside.
Thy first attempt in excellence of worth,
Beyond the reach of my conceit’s confinde,
But this thy second Pilgrimage of minde,
Where all thy paynes are to the world set forth;