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.

To my ingenious friend and dear Kinsman, the Author of these Relations.

THough most Geographers have the good hap To travel in a safe expencelesse Map, And while the world to us they represent, No further yet then Pilgrim Purchas went, Past Dovers dreadfull cliffe afraid to go, And took the Lands end for the worlds end too▪ Spand Countreys at the fingers ends at case, Crack'd with their nail all France, turn'd blots to Seas;

Of whom this strong line we may ridling say, They travel not, but sit still a great way. I must applaud whither thy choise, or lot Which hath beyond their lazie knowledge got, Who onely in the Globe do crosse the line There raise the Pole, and draw whole Maps in wine Spil'd on the Table: measure Seas and Lands By scale of miles wherein their Compasse stands. But you the truths eye-witnesse have not been Homer it'•• dark, but what you write have seen: A rich and absolute Prince, whose mighty hand Indus and Ganges solely doth command; A numerous people, wealthy traffick; new Manners, and men, things wonderfull and true. Some Relicks of the ancient Bramins race, And what religious follies yet take place; Whose pious eirours, though they want our sense, Have in lesse knowledge more of conscience. Who to condemne ou•• barren light, advance A just, obedient, humble ignorance. While vice here seeks a voluntary night As over-glitter'd with to clear a light, Neglected love, and the fair truths abuse Hath left our guilty blushes no excuse, And their blinde zeal 'gainst us a witnesse stands Who having so good eyes, have lost our hands. This you with pious faithfulnesse declare, Nor quit the Preacher for the Traveller. And though these leaves nothing to Merchants owe For Spices, Cuchineal, or Indico. Yet all confesse, who weigh the gains you brought, Your ship was laden with a richer fraught. While the glad world by you instructed sings, Wisdom's the noblest ware that Travel brings.

Robert Creswell.