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You
only
know
the
fruitfulness
of
Lust,
And
therefore
here
your
Judgement
is
unjust,
Your
skill
in
other
offsprings
we
may
trust,
With
those
Chast
Tribes
that
no
distinction
know
Of
Sex,
your
Province
nothing
has
to
do.
Of
all
the
Plants
that
any
Soil
does
bear,
^
This
Tree
in
Fruits
the
Richest
does
appear,
y
It
bears
the
best,
and
bears
'em
all
the
year.
Ev'n
now
with
Fruits
'tis
stor'd
—
why
laugh
you
yet
?
Behold
how
thick
with
Leaves
it
is
beset,
Each
Leaf
is
Fruit,
and
such
substantial
Fare
No
Fruit
beside
to
Rival
it
will
dare.
Mov'd
with
his
Countries
Roming
Fate
(whose
Coil
Must
for
her
Treasures
be
expos'd
to
toil)
Our
Varicocha
first
this
Coca
sent,
Endow'd
with
Leaves
of
wondrous
Nourishment,
Whose
Juice
succ'd
in,
and
to
the
Stomach
ta'en,
Long
Hunger
and
long
Labour
can
sustain
;
From
which
our
faint
and
weary
Bodies
find
\
More
Succour,
more
they
cheat
the
drooping
Mind,
i-
Than
can
your
Bacchus
and
your
Ceres
join'd.
J
Three
Leaves
supply
for
six
days
march
afford,
The
Quitoita
with
this
Provision
stor'd
Can
pass
the
vast
and
cloudy
Andes
o'er
The
dreadful
Andes
plac'd
'twixt
Winter's
store
Of
Winds,
Rain,
Snow,
and
that
more
humble
Earth
That
gives
the
small
but
valiant
Coca
Birth
;
This
Champion
that
makes
war-like
Venus
Mirth.
Nor
Coca
only
useful
art at
home,
A
famous
Merchandize
thou
art
become
A
thousand
Pad
and
Vicugni
groan
\
Yearly
beneath
thy
Loads,
and
for
thy
sake
alone
[-
The
spacious
World's
to
us
by
Commerce
known";
Dr.
Von
Tschudi
says
that
the
Coca
plant
is
re-
garded
by
the
Peruvian
Indian,
as
something
sacred
and
mysterious,
and
it
sustained
an
important
part
in
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