A Congratulatory Poem, Dedicated to his Excellency, the Ambassador, from the Emperor of Fez, and Morocco.  
SErene SIR, you're Welcome to the Nation,  
A Man of Honour, and Splendid in your station;  
Whose noble worth, and ever-matchless Fame,  
Does cause the vulgar to applaud the same.  
Had th' Indian King no other Man to send  
But th'Duke his Brother, and his Natural Friend?  
Surely this love it must be reckoned high  
By us, pretenders to Civility;  
Should we not render good for good, when we  
(Nay, all the World) knows your Conformity:  
Therefore to be uncivil to a Stranger,  
Is like to a Dog snarling in a Manger:  
For, says the Philosopher, an untaught Man  
Flies off from Nature, and from Reason strong;  
He's worse than the Beasts in doing so ill,  
For they act according to their Species still:  
So that an ignorant and rude Man's but at best,  
A kind of Manly unmannerly Beast;  
To affront a stranger out of his Country dear,  
That out of love comes to us about Tangier:  
I do protest it was so wondrous rude,  
That nothing could do it but th'multitude,  
A sort of Beasts that knows nothing but to Eat  
And Drink, be drunk, and then lie down and sleep.  
Wise Men and of understanding high,  
Were angry at the Multitudes folly:  
Whilst Noble Englishmen such crimes detest,  
And scorn to bear such thoughts within their breast:  
Ignorance is so great a Monster, 'tis begot  
Only by Eating, and by the idle Pot;  
Whereas Men of Learning and pruden●e still,  
Are civil to Ambassadors, 'tis their will:  
A rude Man is no Man, but a Glass Bottle,  
According to the Precepts of Aristotle:  
So those that affronted you are really none  
But Flies, and Fleas, and Scare-Bees of the Sun:  
Like Fish with springing Tides come up in Shoals,  
And night draws on the play of Batts and Owls:  
So may the Rabble fitly compared be  
To these poor Creatures of stupidity:  
Therefore pray Sir, let it all pass over,  
And don't Record it with your good Red Ochre.  
You are a Horseman good, a Marksman strait,  
The like it has never been seen of late;  
With throwing of a Dart up to the Sky,  
Catching it again, when falling from on high,  
And with his Lance he runs it through a Ring,  
Performing of that beyond any thing;  
And at a large, distance his Javelin let's fly,  
And shoots a Man in order for to die:  
Thus is he accomplished in the Arts most high,  
Of swift, Horsman ship, and good Archery▪  
Which pleased the King so extremely, well,  
Quoth he where's the Man that can this parallel:  
Besides 〈…〉 … ead your Noble Speech,  
Enough a great Christian for to teach.  
Showing though you're dark without, you're Fair within▪  
Innocence in action is the beauty of each thing;  
And 〈◊〉 demonsstrated to us from Nature's Eye;  
The Star 〈◊〉 brightest in the Cloudiest Sky,  
A Metaphor for your Exceliency high,  
Nature's great Wonder in Epitome.  
We thank you therefore for your Visit fine,  
And as a Star in Friendships' Orb doth shine:  
Glisten ●on 〈◊〉 you go to your own Country dear,  
And part with poor England's Hemisphere;  
And when you're gone, this we will proclaim,  
You left behind you a sweet and Rosy Name:  
Absence in love it is a kind of Death.  
Before we do descend to Mother-Earth:  
Life's but an Embassy, having been heard,  
What's to be done, and what to be learned;  
It is then gone, and so vanishes away,  
As Mists are lost upon a Rainy day;  
Till the Sun breaks out afresh and again,  
To cheer the hearts of all the Sons of Men:  
Teaching how first we live, and then we die,  
And so go off to all Eternity.  

Love's Vision.  
ON Candlemas-day there did repair and go  
To White-Hall, the Ambassador of Morooco;  
To see that high and most renowned place,  
And each fine Lord decked up with Golden lace;  
From thence he went into Westminster-Hall,  
There to espy and there discover all:  
The Courts of Justice where the Judges sit,  
Men great in wisdom and acute in wit.  
To''th' Abbey he repairs, and there doth see  
Effigies of Nobles sent on Embassy.  
And so to Westminster-School he doth repair,  
To see that place where Learning is most rare.  
Pleased with the prospect of the famous School,  
That renders wise beyond each idle Fool,  
At last Traveller like, comes on his way,  
With all agility without the least delay,  
To his Apartment and his own dear home,  
As Night is struck from the departing Sun.   
FINIS.   

Printed for W. Davis, in the Year 1682.