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The North-West Passage

Are not the Spicy Indies whence all store
Of treasures come, soe far
From us as in Diameter
Unless we can a shore
Or North-West Bay, find out, which may yeild more.

Though Davis broak the ice without success
And many sithence have tride
To wayt with hopes upon that ride
And soe have done noe less
Making Adventure cheefest happines.

Yet if in Hudsons or in Buttons Bay
We Winter till the Spring
Open the stream for Steeraging
And then can find noe way
For our designes; what shall we further say.

But that is presumption t'goe about
By the North-West to seek th'East Indies out.
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