Mine Argosy from Alexandria

Give me the merchants of the Indian mines,
That trade in metal of the purest mould;
The wealthy Moor, that in the eastern rocks
Without control can pick his riches up,
And in his house heap pearl like pibble-stones;
Receive them free, and sell them by the weight,
Bags of fiery Opals, Sapphires, Amatists,
Jacints, hard Topaz, grass-green Emeraulds,
Beauteous Rubies, sparkling Diamonds,
And seildseen costly stones of so great price,
As one of them indifferently rated,
And of a carrect of this quantity,
May serve in peril of calamity
To ransom great Kings from captivity.
This is the ware wherein consists my wealth:
And thus methinks should men of judgement frame
Their means of traffic from the vulgar trade,
And as their wealth increaseth, so inclose
Infinite riches in a little room.
But now how stands the wind?
Into what corner peers my halcyon's bill?
Ha, to the east? yes: See how stands the vanes?
East and by south: why then I hope my ships
I sent for Egypt and the bordering Isles
Are gotten up by Nilus' winding banks:
Mine argosie from Alexandria,
Loaden with spice and silks, now under sail,
Are smoothly gliding down by Candy shore
To Malta, through our Mediterranean sea.