This Tree in Fruits the richest does appear,
It bears the best, and bears ’em all the year.
Ev’n now with Fruits ’tis stored—why laugh you yet
Behold how thick with Leaves it is beset,
Each Leaf is Fruit, and such substantial fare,
No Fruit beside to rival it will dare.
Mov’d with his Country’s coming Fate (whose Soil
Must for her Treasures be exposed to spoil)
Our Varicocha first this Coca sent,
Endow’d with Leaves of wond’rous Nourishment,