And Malta too, as I before was wont:
Then sight I Tunneis, where old Carthage stood,
And Scipio shed streames of Numidian blood.
Hence Tremizen I trac’d, the Barbars shoare
To Algeir, great Fez, the Atlanticke glore;
The Berdoans Country, and the Lybian sands,
The Garolines parch’d bounds, the Sabunck lands;
And diverse soiles, of Savage Heathnick bounds,
Whose names and stiles, this Affricke story sounds.
Last in the Lybian lists, I’me forc’d to stay,