"All gone! 'tis ours the goodly land Look roundthe heritage behold; Go forthupon the mountain stand; Then, if you can, be cold.

That I may with ecstatic view, My future heritage descry, Where pleasures spring forever new, And perfect love shall never die.

Let us all servile base subiection scorne; And as we bee sonnes of the world so wide, 135 Let us our fathers heritage divide, And chalenge to our selves our portions dew Of all the patrimonie, which a few Now hold in hugger mugger in their hand,

HOW THREE SOULS FOUND THEIR HERITAGE SALUTE TO ADVENTURERS.