The synagogue, or, The shadow of the temple Sacred poems, and private ejaculations. In imitation of Mr. George Herbert.

¶ Travels at home.

OFt have I wisht a traveller to be; Mine eyes did even itch the sights to see, That I had heard and read of. Oft I have Been greedy of occasion, as the grave That never sayes enough; yet still was crost When oportunities had promis'd most. At last I said: What meanst thou wandring else To straggle thus? Goe travell first thy selfe: Thy little world can shew thee wonders great; The greater may have more, but not more neat And curious pieces. Search, and thou shalt finde Enough to talk of. If thou wilt, thy minde Europe supplies, and Asia thy will, And Africk thine affections. And if still Thou list to travell further, put thy sences For both the Indies. Make no more pretences Of new discoveries, whilst yet thine own And neerest little world is still unknown. Away then with thy quadrants, compasses, Globes, tables, cards, and mappes, and minute glasses: Lay by thy journals and thy diaries, Close up thine annalls and thy histories:

Studie thy selfe, and reade what thou hast writ In thine own book, thy conscience: Is it fit To labour after other knowledge so, And thine own neerest, dearest selfe not know? Travels abroad both deare and dangerous are, Whil'st oft the soule payes for the bodies fare▪ Travels at home are cheape and safe. Salvation Comes mounted on the wings of meditation. He that doth live at home, and learns to know God and himselfe, needeth no further goe.