You rather make than speak of a Plantation, Your leaves affording shape, taste, and delight To th’ Sense, the fruit gives to the Appetite. If_ Pythagorean _Doctrine were Divine, I would be transmigrated to your Pine. The Cane or Mine, (that makes that Spot of ground As rich, as any ’twixt the Poles is found) Is here so full and happily exprest: You Candy that, which does preserve the rest: And its_ Ingenio _seemes to be a Lecture (As ’tis describ’d) o’ th’ Art of Architecture_. _The Texture of the whole you’ve wove so nice, Your fine spun thread, warpt, wooft with Artifice. It seemes a Landscape in rich Tapestry, Embroidered with Natures Novelty, Attireing all in such a lovely Dresse, Rich, Genuine, and full of Courtlinesse: That as_ Great Brittain _sometimes I have seen, So you’ve_ Barbadoes _drawn just like a Queen_. GEORGE WALSHE. [Illustration: A topographicall Description and Admeasurement of the YLAND of BARBADOS in the West INDYAES with the M^{rs} Names of the Seuerall plantacons] [Illustration: (decorative banner)] A TRUE AND EXACT HISTORY OF THE ILAND OF BARBADOES. Having been Censur’d by some (whose Judgements I cannot controll, and therefore am glad to allow) for my weakenesse and Indiscretion, that having never made proofe of the Sea’s operation, and the severall faces that watry Element puts on, and the changes and chances that happen there, from Smooth to Rough, from Rough to Raging Seas, and High going Billowes, (which are killing to some Constitutions,) should in the last Scene of my life, undertake to run so long a Risco as from _England_ to the _Barbadoes_; And truly I should without their help conclude my selfe guilty of that Censure, had I not the refuge of an old proverb to fly to, which is, (Need makes the old wife trot:) for having lost (by a Barbarous Riot) all that I had gotten by the painfull travells and cares of my youth; by which meanes I was stript and rifled of all I had, left destitute of a subsistance, and brought to such an Exigent, as I must famish or fly; and looking about for friends, who are the best supporters in so staggering a condition, found none, or very few, whom griefs and afflictions had not deprest, or worne out, Banishment absented, or Death devour’d; so that in stead of these neere and Native comforters, I found my selfe a stranger in my owne Country, and therefore resolv’d to lay hold on the first opportunity that might convoy me to any other part of the World, how far distant soever, rather then abide here. I continued not many weekes in this expectation, when a friend, as willing to shift his ground as I, gave me an Overture which I accepted, and so upon the sixteenth day