<!DOCTYPE ETS PUBLIC "-//UMDLPS//DTD EEBOPROOF 2.0//EN">
<ETS>
<TEMPHEAD>
<REVDESCR>
<CHANGE>
<DATE>2013-08-26</DATE>
<RESPSTMT>
<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
<RESP>MURP</RESP>
</RESPSTMT>
<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B120811.apex.</ITEM>
</CHANGE>
</REVDESCR>
</TEMPHEAD>
<EEBO>
<IDG S="marc" R="UM" ID="A84907">
<STC T="W">F2185D</STC>
<STC T="C">R220327</STC>
<BIBNO T="oclc">36282127</BIBNO>
<VID>150054</VID>
</IDG>
<TEXT LANG="eng">
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="1" MS="y">
<HEAD>THE French Kings Lamentation FOR THE Lo&s;s of His FLEET.<ADD>1. June .1692.</ADD></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HEnce, hence, ye <HI>Slaves,</HI> do not my <HI>Wrath provoke,</HI></L>
<L>And of my <HI>Lo&s;s at Sea</HI> no longer <HI>Croke;</HI></L>
<L>If <HI>one of you</HI> I hear &s;uch <HI>non&s;ence Preaching,</HI></L>
<L>By <HI>Heaven</HI> on Trees I'll <HI>Hang you all a Bleaching;</HI></L>
<L>Did ever a <HI>Crown'd Head,</HI> like me before;</L>
<L>Send &s;uch a <HI>Fleet</HI> upon the <HI>Engli&s;h Shore?</HI></L>
<L>And dare the <HI>Herring-Bu&s;&s;es</HI> of the <HI>Dutch,</HI></L>
<L>Or <HI>Engli&s;h Mackrel Boats</HI> my <HI>Navy</HI> Touch?</L>
<L>They dare as well, with their <HI>Sails</HI> &s;preading full,</L>
<L>Attempt to <HI>Land</HI> on <HI>Shore</HI> of <HI>Great Mogul.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But ah! Too &s;oon I find the <HI>News is True,</HI></L>
<L><HI>My Fleet,</HI> I thought invincible, <HI>Morbleiu,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Burnt, Sunk, Blown up, Di&s;abled, Tatterd, Lo&s;t,</HI></L>
<L>And all my <HI>Great De&s;igns</HI> on <HI>Engli&s;h, cro&s;t:</HI></L>
<L>What <HI>Cur&s;ed Mon&s;ters, Oh ye Gods!</HI> are the&s;e,</L>
<L>That dur&s;t with me <HI>Di&s;pute</HI> the <HI>Narrow Seas?</HI></L>
<L>Beer Drinking Rogues, Tarpaulins, Engli&s;h, Dutch;</L>
<L>And could the Fates allow Succe&s;s to &s;uch?</L>
<L>Had they been Men, they would have been more civil;</L>
<L>They were not <HI>Mortals,</HI> no, they were the <HI>Devil.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>My Royal Sun,</HI> the be&s;t of all <HI>my Ships,</HI></L>
<L>Has now endur'd a Fatal &s;ad <HI>Eclip&s;e;</HI></L>
<L><HI>My Conquerant,</HI> and <HI>Admirable</HI> too,</L>
<L><HI>By Engli&s;h Cannon</HI> Shot quite <HI>Through</HI> and <HI>Through,</HI></L>
<L>And afterwards by <HI>&s;awcy Fire&s;hips</HI> Aid,</L>
<L>To <HI>grinning Slaves,</HI> two great <HI>Sea-Bonfires</HI> made;</L>
<L>Then Fifteen more Burnt in the <HI>Cape la Hogue,</HI></L>
<L>To plea&s;e the Humour of an <HI>Engli&s;h Rogue;</HI></L>
<PB REF="2">
<L> Tho that a <HI>King</HI> was <HI>Mad</HI> I ne're did know,</L>
<L>The&s;e Lo&s;&s;es are enough to make me &s;o.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Oh! thou great Contradiction to my Will,</L>
<L>Thou Cowardly poor Spirited <HI>Tourville,</HI></L>
<L>Could&s;t thou no better for Advantage Turn?</L>
<L>But idly &s;tand and &s;ee thy <HI>Ve&s;&s;el</HI> Burn;</L>
<L>Had <HI>I</HI> been there, <HI>I</HI> had not been afraid</L>
<L>T'ave call'd the very <HI>Devils</HI> to <HI>my Aid,</HI></L>
<L>Nor would a thou&s;and of tho&s;e <HI>Gloomy Spirits,</HI></L>
<L>Have faild to wait upon my <HI>Juste&s;t Merits;</HI></L>
<L><HI>I</HI>'ve &s;erv'd them all my Life, which very true is,</L>
<L>And would <HI>they at a pinch</HI> De&s;ert great <HI>Lewis?</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Cur&s;t be the time, and doubly cur&s;t the hour,</L>
<L>When <HI>J<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="3 letters">s</HI> took Shelter underneath <HI>my Power;</HI></L>
<L>His <HI>Cau&s;e</HI> has been as fatal to <HI>my Throne,</HI></L>
<L>As <HI>my Advice</HI> to His, was too well known;</L>
<L>Cruel is Fate to <HI>Me</HI> and to <HI>My Brother,</HI></L>
<L>Who have, like Game&s;ters, ruin'd one another,</L>
<L>We both of us are now in <HI>Doleful Dumps,</HI></L>
<L>He Won no Game, and I have lo&s;t my Trumps.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What &s;hall I do, or whether &s;hall <HI>I</HI> turn?</L>
<L>My Mind with <HI>rage</HI> does like my <HI>Ve&s;&s;els</HI> burn;</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> mu&s;t, <HI>I</HI> will another <HI>Fleet</HI> Equip,</L>
<L>Yet where's <HI>my Timber</HI> for to build a Ship?</L>
<L>The <HI>Engli&s;h Oak</HI> &s;o plenteous on <HI>my Shores,</HI></L>
<L>Is all <HI>De&s;troy'd by</HI> Engli&s;h <HI>Sons of Whores;</HI></L>
<L>Yet had <HI>I</HI> now a Fleet both large and &s;tout,</L>
<L>Where &s;hall I Sailers find to Man it out?</L>
<L>My Trea&s;ure's all Exhau&s;ted by the War;</L>
<L>And if the Money's gone, <HI>you lo&s;e the Tar;</HI></L>
<L>What &s;hall <HI>I</HI> do, &s;ince now <HI>my Fleet</HI> is <HI>Bang'd,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I</HI>'ll <HI>Drown my &s;elf,</HI> for fear of being Hang'd.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
</BODY>
<BACK>
<DIV1 TYPE="colophon">
<P>LONDON, <HI>Printed for</HI> R. Stafford, 1692.</P>
</DIV1>
</BACK>
</TEXT>
</EEBO>
</ETS>
