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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>A Lamentable Narration of the &s;ad Di&s;a&s;ter of a great
part of the <HI>Spani&s;h</HI> Plate-Fleet that peri&s;hed neare St. <HI>Lucas,</HI> where the Mar|qui&s;s,
his Lady, and Children, and many hundreth of <HI>Spanyards</HI> were Burnt
and &s;unke in the bottome of the Sea, by the Valour and Prowe&s;s of the two
brave Generals <HI>Mountague</HI> and <HI>Blake</HI> in the yeare, <DATE>1657.</DATE> being their
fir&s;t Victory obtained again&s;t the <HI>Spanyard</HI> in that Voyage.</HEAD>
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<L>NOw for &s;ome Ages had the Pride of <HI>Spaine,</HI></L>
<L>Made the Sunne &s;hine on halfe the world in vaine.</L>
<L>While&s;t he bad Warre to all that dur&s;t &s;upply</L>
<L>The place of tho&s;e her Cruelties made Die.</L>
<L>Of Natures bounty men forbore to ta&s;te,</L>
<L>And the be&s;t portion of the world lay wa&s;te;</L>
<L>From the new world her Silver and her Gold</L>
<L>Came like a tempe&s;t to confound the old.</L>
<L>Feeding with the&s;e the brib'd Electors hopes.</L>
<L>Shee made at plea&s;ure <HI>Emperours</HI> and <HI>Popes.</HI></L>
<L>With the&s;e advancing her unju&s;t de&s;ignes,</L>
<L><HI>Europe</HI> was &s;haken with her Golden Mines.</L>
<L>When our PROTECTOR looking with di&s;daine</L>
<L>Upon this gilded Maje&s;ty of <HI>Spaine,</HI></L>
<L>And knowing well that Empires mu&s;t decline.</L>
<L>Who&s;e chiefe &s;upport and Sinewes are of Coine,</L>
<L>Our Nations &s;olid vertue did oppo&s;e,</L>
<L>To the rich Troublers of the worlds repo&s;e.</L>
<L>And now &s;ome Moneths encamping on the Maine,</L>
<L>Our Navall army had be&s;ieged <HI>Spaine.</HI></L>
<L>They who the whole worlds Monarchy de&s;ign'd,</L>
<L>Are to their Ports by our bold Fleet confin'd.</L>
<L>From whence our <HI>Red Cro&s;se</HI> they Triumphall &s;ee,</L>
<L>Riding without a Rivall on the Sea,</L>
<L>Others may u&s;e the Ocean as their Road,</L>
<L>Onely the <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> make it their abode;</L>
<L>Who&s;e ready Sailes with every wind comply,</L>
<L>And make a Covenant with the uncon&s;tant Skie.</L>
<L>Our Oakes &s;ecure as if they there tooke root,</L>
<L>We tread on Billowes with a &s;teddy foot.</L>
<L>Meane while the <HI>Spanyard</HI> in <HI>America,</HI></L>
<L>Neare to the Line the Sun approaching &s;ail,</L>
<L>And hoped the <HI>Europian</HI> coa&s;t to find;</L>
<L>Clear'd from our Ships by the <HI>Autumnall</HI> wind.</L>
<L>Their Huge Caparious Gallions &s;tuff'd with Plate,</L>
<L>The labouring winds drives &s;lowly towards their Fate.</L>
<L>Before St. <HI>Lucars</HI> they their Gunnes di&s;charge</L>
<L>To tell their Ioy, or to call forth a Barge.</L>
<L>This heard &s;ome Ships of ours, though out of View</L>
<L>And &s;wift as Eagles to the Quarry flew.</L>
<L>So heedle&s;s Lambes which for their Mothers bleat,</L>
<L>Wake hungry Lyons, and become their meat.</L>
<L>Arrived they &s;oone begin that Tragick Play,</L>
<L>And with their &s;moakie Cannons bani&s;h Day;</L>
<L>Night, horror, Slaughter, with Confu&s;ion meets,</L>
<L>And with their Sable Armes Embrace the Fleets.</L>
<L>Through yeelding Plancks the angry Bullets flye,</L>
<L>And of one Wound hundreths together Dye.</L>
<L>Born under different Starres, one Fate they have,</L>
<L>The Ship their Coffin, and the Sea their Grave.</L>
<L>Bold were the Men who on the Deck on fir&s;t,</L>
<L>Spred their new Sailes when Shipwrack was the wor&s;t</L>
<L>More dangers now from Men alone we find,</L>
<L>Then from the Rockes the Billowes or the Wind?</L>
<L>They who had &s;ayled from nere the <HI>Antarticke</HI> Pole</L>
<L>Their Trea&s;ure &s;afe, and all their Ve&s;&s;els whole.</L>
<L>In &s;ight of their deare Countrey Ruin'd bee,</L>
<L>Without the Guilt of either Rocke or Sea.</L>
<L>Some were made Prize while&s;t other, burnt and &s;ent,</L>
<L>With their Rich Lading to the Bottome went.</L>
<L>Downe &s;inkes at once (&s;o Fortune with us &s;ports)</L>
<L>The Pay of Armies and the Pride of Courts.</L>
<L>Vaine Man who&s;e Rage buries as Low that &s;tore</L>
<L>As <HI>Avarice,</HI> had dig'd for it before;</L>
<L>What earth in her darke Bowels could not keepe,</L>
<L>From Greedy hands lyes &s;afer in the deepe.</L>
<L>There <HI>Thetis</HI> kindly does from Mortals hide,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e &s;eeds of <HI>Luxury, Debate,</HI> and <HI>Pride.</HI></L>
<L>And now into her Lap the Riche&s;t Prize</L>
<L>Fell with the Noble&s;t of our Enemies.</L>
<L>The <HI>Marque&s;s</HI> glad to &s;ee the Fire de&s;troy,</L>
<L>Wealth that prevailing Foes were like to enjoy;</L>
<L>Out from his Flaming Ship his Children &s;ent</L>
<L>To peri&s;h in a milder Element.</L>
<L>Then layd him by his burning Ladyes &s;ide;</L>
<L>And &s;ince hee could not &s;ave her, with her Dy'd.</L>
<L>Death bitter is for what wee leave behind,</L>
<L>But taking with us all wee have is kind:</L>
<L>What could he more then hold for terme of Life,</L>
<L>His <HI>Indian</HI> Trea&s;ure, and more precious Wife</L>
<L>Alive in Flames of equall Love they burn'd;</L>
<L>And now together are to A&s;hes turn'd.</L>
<L>A&s;hes more worth then all their Funerall co&s;t,</L>
<L>Then the huge Trea&s;ure that was with them lo&s;t;</L>
<L>Spices and Gummes about them melting fry,</L>
<L>And <HI>Phenix</HI> like in their rich Ne&s;t they dye.</L>
<L>Faire <HI>Venus</HI> weep'd her tender hands &s;hee wrung,</L>
<L>That Love &s;hould peri&s;h whence her &s;elfe was &s;prung,</L>
<L>Her Son endeavouring her life to &s;ave,</L>
<L>Drencht all his feathered arrowes in the wave.</L>
<L>Since when, &s;o &s;low and &s;o un&s;ure they move,</L>
<L>That never more wee may expect &s;uch love.</L>
<L>But now returnes victorious MONTAGVE</L>
<L>With Lawrell in his hand and halfe <HI>Peru,</HI></L>
<L>Let the brave Generals devide the Bough,</L>
<L>Our great PROTECTOR hath &s;uch wreaths enough</L>
<L>His conquering head hath no more roome for Bayes,</L>
<L>Then let it bee as the whole Nation prayes;</L>
<L>Let the rich Oare bee forthwith melted downe,</L>
<L>And the State fix'd by making him a Crowne;</L>
<L>With <HI>Ermyns</HI> clad and <HI>Purple,</HI> let him hold</L>
<L>A Royall Scepter made of <HI>Spani&s;h</HI> Gold.</L>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>LONDON, Printed by <HI>T. F.</HI> for <HI>N. B.</HI></P>
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