... “But _Bacchus_ much more sportive than the rest, Fills up a Bowl with Juice from Grapestones drein’d, And puts it in _Omelichilus_ hand; Take off this Draught, said he, if thou art wise, ’Twill purge thy Cannibal Stomach’s Crudities. He, unaccustomed to the acid Juice Storm’d, and with blows had answer’d the Abuse, But fear’d t’engage the _European_ Guest, Whose Strength and Courage had subdu’d the _East_. He therefore chooses a less dang’rous fray, And summons all his Country’s Plants away: Forthwith in decent Order they appear, And various Fruits on various Branches wear; Like _Amazons_ they stand in painted Arms, _Coca_ alone appears with little Charms; Yet led the Van, our scoffing _Venus_ scorn’d The shrublike Tree, and with no Fruit adorn’d. The _Indian_ Plants, said she, are like to speed In this Dispute of the most sterile Breed, Who choose a _Dwarf_ and _Eunuch_ for their Head. Our Gods laugh’d out aloud at what she said. _Pachamama_ defends her darling Tree, And said the wanton Goddess was too free, You only know the fruitfulness of Lust, And therefore here your Judgement is unjust, Your skill in other offsprings we may trust, With those Chast Tribes that no distinction know Of Sex, your Province nothing has to do. Of all the Plants that any Soil does bear, This Tree in Fruits the Richest does appear, It bears the best, and bears ’em all the year. Ev’n now with Fruits ’tis stor’d—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 Countries Roming Fate (whose Coil Must for her Treasures be expos’d to toil) Our _Varicocha_ first this _Coca_ sent, Endow’d with Leaves of wondrous Nourishment, Whose Juice succ’d in, and to the Stomach ta’en, Long Hunger and long Labour can sustain; From which our faint and weary Bodies find More Succour, more they cheat the drooping Mind Than can your _Bacchus_ and your Ceres join’d. Three Leaves supply for six days march afford, The _Quitoita_ with this Provision stor’d Can pass the vast and cloudy _Andes_ o’er— The dreadful _Andes_ plac’d ’twixt Winter’s store Of Winds, Rain, Snow, and that more humble Earth, That gives the small but valiant _Coca_ Birth; This Champion that makes war-like _Venus_ Mirth. Nor _Coca_ only useful art at home, A famous Merchandize thou art become; A thousand _Paci_ and _Vicugni_ groan Yearly beneath thy Loads, and for thy sake alone The spacious World’s to us by Commerce known.”