_To the Worshippful Captaine John Mason, who did wisely and worthily
governe there divers yeeres._

The aire in Newfound-land is wholesome, good;
The fire, as sweet as any made of wood;
The waters, very rich, both salt and fresh;
The earth more rich, you know it is no lesse
Where all are good, fire, water, earth, and aire,
What man made of these foure would not live there?

_To all those worthy women, who have any desire to live in
Newfound-land._

Sweet creatures, did you truely understand
The pleasant life you'd live in Newfound-land,
You would with teares desire to be brought thither:
I wish you, when you goe, faire wind, faire weather:
For if you with the passage can dispence [= bear]
When you are there, I know you'll ne'r come thence.

_In praise of my Newfound-land._

Did some know what contentment I found there,
Alwayes enough, most times somewhat to spare.
With little paines, lesse toyle, and lesser care,
Exempt from tanings, ill newes, lawing, feare....

_To the first Planters of Newfound-land._