A voyage to East-India. Wherein some things are taken notice of in our passage thither, but many more in our abode there, within that rich and most spacious empire of the Great Mogol. Mix't with some parallel observations and inferences upon the storie, to profit as well as delight the reader. / Observed by Edward Terry minister of the Word (then student of Christ-Church in Oxford, and chaplain to the Right Honorable Sr. Thomas Row Knight, Lord Ambassadour to the great Mogol) now rector of the church at Greenford, in the county of Middlesex.

Dum in vitâ sumus in viâ.

THis Lif's our way, in which where ere we be We miss our path, if that felicitie Be not our utmost aym; towards which we meet With Cross-ways, Rubs and streights that cause our feet To stumble or to faint: yet must we on, What ••'re we meet, untill our journeys done. We seek a Country, cannot find it here, Here in this Pilgrimage, i'th whole world, where The streightest, smoothest paths, which most do please, Are clog'd with toyl and trouble; but want ease. Our God, and Country too are both above, We keep our way whiles that we thither move, But loose it when our motion doth not tend To that hop'd period, which may make our end Happy and safe. There is no standing still Here in this life; we do extreamly ill, When we proceed not, for if once we slack To press towards the mark, we then draw back. Who therefore sees beyond his eyes, must know He hath a further journey still to go: For though he could with weary paces get The world's great round, his tyresome progress yet

Were not all pass'd, still must he think his ear Fill'd with that voice Elias oft did hear, What doest thou here Elias? up be gone, Andafter many days still cry'd go onne. Who follows close Gods call, and way runs best, Till he receives his penny, take his rest. In three parts of the vvorld I've been, novv come. To my last journey, that vvill bring me home.

Ed. Terry.