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<P>Engli&s;h Iliads, OR A SEA-FIGHT REVIEWED IN A POEM Occa&s;ioned by the death of a per&s;on of Honour &s;lain in the late War between the Engli&s;h and the Dutch.</P>
<P>By <HI>J. W.</HI></P>
<P>Together with an <HI>Irenicum,</HI> or Reflections on the Trumpeter and Conditions of Peace.</P>
<Q><L>&mdash; <HI>moriemur in ultis</HI></L>
<L><HI>At moriemur ait</HI> &mdash;</L>
<BIBL>Virg. Aeneid.</BIBL>
<L>The noble Voluntiers free as mans Will</L>
<L>Aequally ready to be kill'd or kill.</L></Q>
<Q><L>&mdash;<GAP DESC="foreign"></L>
<BIBL><HI>Hom. Iliad.</HI> 4.</BIBL>
<L>But &s;lavi&s;h Seamen forced by a Pre&s;s</L>
<L>Stood on the Decks, like <HI>Vooden men at Che&s;s.</HI></L></Q>
<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed for <HI>Jonathan Edwin</HI> at the three Ro&s;es in <HI>Ludgate Street,</HI> 1674.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="2">
<PB REF="2">
<HEAD>An Advice to a Friend to print his Poem, part being written &s;ome years pa&s;t.</HEAD>
<L>WHen &s;ence in Poe&s;ie heightened cometh forth,</L>
<L>It doth not borrow from the times its worth,</L>
<L>As &s;ome &s;pruce Wits, whom <HI>Fortune</HI> doth renown</L>
<L>For &s;ome caught up&s;tart humour of the Town,</L>
<L>Which when dige&s;ted in a waggi&s;h Ver&s;e,</L>
<L>Extorts a laugh from Clubbing Stationers,</L>
<L>Or &s;ome pert Novice who will them commend,</L>
<L>If luckily a pair of lines do end,</L>
<L>Or &s;ome fond Poet, who writes Playes in rithm,</L>
<L>With a new mea&s;ure vaumping up old time,</L>
<L>Which made Theatrical, the vulgar &s;tares,</L>
<L>At's jingling ver&s;e, <HI>tagg'd</HI> as the <HI>points</HI> he wears,</L>
<L>'Tis trifling Art which &s;yllables cant vary,</L>
<L>What you write's like <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> Commentary,</L>
<L>And what's eternal do not call too late,</L>
<L>That neither hath <HI>a Po&s;te</HI> or <HI>Antedate.</HI></L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>J. W.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="3">
<PB N="1" REF="3">
<HEAD>ENGLISH ILLIADS, OR A SEA-FIGHT REVIEWED IN A POEM Occa&s;ioned by the death of a per&s;on of Honour &s;lain in the late War between the Engli&s;h and the Dutch.</HEAD>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<HEAD>On the Death of the Lord of <HI>MAIDSTONE.</HI></HEAD>
<L>WEr't proper now to cry or make &s;ad noi&s;e,</L>
<L>I'de borrow breath, or &s;teal a <HI>Stentors</HI> voice</L>
<L>Rending the Earth for's Vault, and with my moan</L>
<L>The Earth &s;hould eccho whil&s;t the Sea did groan.</L>
<PB N="2" REF="4">
<L>His Mourners throat mu&s;t all be Canon <HI>bore,</HI></L>
<L>Who' wails his fate, loud as the Seas mu&s;t roar.</L>
<L>I call my Mu&s;e, which through a tender throat,</L>
<L>At vulagar death &s;ends forth a whining note;</L>
<L>Here mu&s;t be &s;ighs like winds, which rageing blow</L>
<L>With lofty wings di&s;ordering all below.</L>
<L>Some with their &s;udden &s;hrieks awaken'd death,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t men expiring catch their mourners breath,</L>
<L>By which but half alive, they gha&s;tly &s;tare,</L>
<L>'Till Fates retake their <HI>re&s;cu'd</HI> Pri&s;oner,</L>
<L>Way with &s;uch accents, they are childi&s;h tones.</L>
<L>Honours di&s;turb'd by 'frighting Female moans.</L>
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<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<HEAD><HI>NOBLES</HI> and <HI>TARPOLLINS</HI> compar'd.</HEAD>
<L>THough the bold Sailor's arm'd 'gain&s;t wind and weather,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Nerves like cordage knit his limbs together,</L>
<PB N="3" REF="4">
<L>Who&s;e joynts like Pulleys, and his Callous hand,</L>
<L>Like the Ships helm, can its va&s;te bulk command;</L>
<L>And leggs and arms, as <HI>yeards</HI> and <HI>ma&s;ts,</HI> whil&s;t he</L>
<L>Vaunts with his &s;trength, the Ships <HI>Epitome:</HI></L>
<L>Rigg'd by his King he fears not to prevail,</L>
<L>Tallow'd in's <HI>mels,</HI> and when cloath'd under <HI>&s;ail,</HI></L>
<L>Such a <HI>Sea-man of War</HI> by's own broad&s;ide,</L>
<L>Not by the Ships, thinks him&s;elf fortified,</L>
<L>Though this Pitcht Mon&s;ter &s;trutting on the decks</L>
<L>In heat of fight melts like a Babe of wax:</L>
<L>Yet Nobles tender frame Seamen deride,</L>
<L>Not <HI>built</HI> by Nature t'outface wind and tide,</L>
<L>But the Tarpollin thinks his own skin buff,</L>
<L><HI>Tann'd</HI> by the weather to be <HI>Musket proof,</HI></L>
<L>And in his &s;inews only made for toyl</L>
<L>Thinks him&s;elf wrapt as in a <HI>cable coyl</HI></L>
<L>Yet he's not &s;afe, though he &s;cape <HI>iron balls</HI></L>
<L>As ill built fabricks by's own weight he falls,</L>
<L>As <HI>Niobe</HI> &s;uppo&s;e him made of &s;tone,</L>
<L>With marble &s;ides hard as the rock, his bone</L>
<L>Ribb'd like his ve&s;&s;el, whom if you look on</L>
<L>Youl &s;wear his &s;oul's in <HI>Naturs</HI> garri&s;on</L>
<L>Yet not &s;ecure, a little force hath broke</L>
<L>The &s;turdy flint when art did give the &s;trok</L>
<PB N="4" REF="5">
<L>A twi&s;ted &s;ilk much &s;tronger is than thread,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e who are fine&s;t made, not &s;oone&s;t dead.</L>
<L>How much of Canvas, and rude fle&s;h was torn?</L>
<L>How many limbs broke in that <HI>bloody morn?</HI></L>
<L>Yet <HI>Maid&s;tone</HI>'s &s;afe, the cruel Fates all day,</L>
<L>'Fore they could hit, their threatning balls did lay.</L>
<L>Some look on <HI>Voluntiers</HI> as on the Moon,</L>
<L>Which the Clown thinks made to be gazd upon</L>
<L>The&s;e are but vulgar errors, for each ray</L>
<L>Commands a wave, her all the Seas obey.</L>
<L>Such true Heroes, who adorn their brea&s;t,</L>
<L>With a brave courage, not for fight were dre&s;t,</L>
<L>Yet the Ships Glory, they as <HI>Colours</HI> are</L>
<L>To &s;hew who&s;e Ship it is, and cau&s;e of War,</L>
<L>Which <HI>Flags</HI> of &s;ilk are oft with honour born,</L>
<L>On the <HI>Main Top</HI> when lower &s;ails are torn.</L>
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<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<HEAD>Late Wars compar'd with tho&s;e in former Ages.</HEAD>
<L>Speak not of men who dare in forre&s;ts &s;talk,</L>
<PB N="5" REF="5">
<L>'Mong&s;t Dens and Caves, but who on Decks can walk.</L>
<L>The Naval Squadrons when de&s;ign'd for War,</L>
<L>Seem like a Wood where fierce&s;t Creatures are,</L>
<L>Who&s;e <HI>Images,</HI> plac'd on the <HI>Sterns,</HI> do more</L>
<L>Affright than living &s;avage Bea&s;ts at &s;hore,</L>
<L>Vnder tho&s;e &s;hadows the loud Cannons roar,</L>
<L>The&s;e &s;encele&s;s Figures onely made for &s;tate,</L>
<L>Seem living when the Guns them animate;</L>
<L>From Ma&s;t to Ma&s;t Sea-men like Squirrels skip,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t great Guns roar, as Lions, in the &s;hip;</L>
<L>A Fleets a moving De&s;art on the Seas,</L>
<L>An artificial <HI>floating Wilderne&s;s.</HI></L>
<L>When Souldiers were fir&s;t train'd they onely knew</L>
<L>To bend a <HI>Wooden Arch,</HI> a piece of <HI>Eugh,</HI></L>
<L>Or &s;turdy &s;teal, which &s;corns its bridle &s;tring,</L>
<L>And humane arms, whil&s;t it the &s;hot doth &s;ling,</L>
<L>They &s;ent their darts like <HI>winged death</HI> through</L>
<L>the aire,</L>
<L>Who&s;e threatning plumes &s;troke Armies in de|&s;pair,</L>
<L>But never bullet &s;hot, which as it flyes,</L>
<L>Do's <HI>whi&s;tle</HI> death, and &s;ing mens <HI>Ob&s;equies.</HI></L>
<PB N="6" REF="6">
<L>When &s;teal's edg'd force, and <HI>hollow bra&s;s</HI> un|known,</L>
<L>Prodigious &s;tones were by great <HI>Ajax</HI> thrown,</L>
<L>Which by &s;ucce&s;s 'mong&s;t Greeks were &s;am'd and made</L>
<L>The &s;ubject of Old <HI>Homers</HI> Iliade,</L>
<L>The Roman who by &s;ieges &s;pread his name,</L>
<L>His cheife&s;t Engine was the battering Ram</L>
<L>When Cities were as <HI>folds,</HI> the <HI>Hurdle wall</HI></L>
<L>By &s;uch mechanical devi&s;e did fall:</L>
<L>When bruti&s;h men fir&s;t yok'd in towns were <HI>&s;tal'd</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>Kings</HI> and <HI>Shepheards</HI> by the &s;ame name call'd</L>
<L>The fir&s;t and be&s;t of Engineers did u&s;e</L>
<L>Gla&s;s to burn Ships which were at <HI>Syracu&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>Such weapons if with ours compar'd are toyes,</L>
<L>Ours look like Soldiers arms, theirs fit for boyes;</L>
<L>Though Gla&s;&s;es (tho&s;e bold thieves) out face the Sun,</L>
<L>And &s;teal noons fire, they are by Guns out down,</L>
<L>Canons their Engines do as much &s;urpa&s;s</L>
<L>As a Fire &s;hip doth a &s;mal burning Gla&s;s</L>
<L>Let Carthaginians talk of <HI>Alps</HI> and &s;now,</L>
<L>The Liquid Mountains, which on leas do flow,</L>
<L>Are much more terrible, <HI>rock</HI> mountains there,</L>
<PB N="7" REF="6">
<L>Yield not to &s;hips though fraught with vinegar</L>
<L>By punick Art 'haps &s;uch &s;owre liquor, can</L>
<L>Con&s;ume <HI>Land rocks;</HI> not <HI>tho&s;e</HI> in th' Ocean,</L>
<L><HI>All</HI> the&s;e can't fright, not rocks or rageing wind</L>
<L>Can 'ere make wreck of a true noble mind.</L>
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<HEAD>Canons more terrible than Thunder.</HEAD>
<L>WHo Guns and Thunder will compare may &s;ee</L>
<L>How Heaven's out done by Earths artillery</L>
<L>To be aveng'd of &s;ome an angry <HI>Jove</HI></L>
<L>Calls for a Cloud, and when it is above,</L>
<L>Contracting it's own nitrous parts, doth crowd</L>
<L>Them in the bo&s;om of a di&s;mal Cloud,</L>
<L><HI>Thus charg'd,</HI> it &s;ails about the &s;pacious Aire</L>
<L>Striking &s;ome guilty Cowards in de&s;pair,</L>
<L>And makes an Emperour put's lawrel on</L>
<L>Fearing the Worlds, and's own de&s;truction:</L>
<L>And when great <HI>Jove</HI> prepared &s;tands &s;hoot,</L>
<PB N="8" REF="7">
<L>Through the Clouds bowels the enrag'd fire bur&s;ts out,</L>
<L>The fluid &s;ides its force doth rend in &s;under,</L>
<L>And then's the crack w^c^h Mortals do call thunder,</L>
<L>To make a noi&s;e like that once Art did try,</L>
<L>That <HI>Earth might be the Eccho of the Sky,</HI></L>
<L>One envying the pompous State above</L>
<L>Did give a challenge to the thundring <HI>Jove,</HI></L>
<L>A Chariotier with's <HI>Bridge</HI> thought he could vye</L>
<L>Noi&s;e with Heavens arch though his was not &s;o high.</L>
<L>But none Guns thunder counterfeited, that</L>
<L>Tran&s;cends all skill and power to imitate,</L>
<L>If Art and Nature joyn'd for a loud noi&s;e,</L>
<L>The Cannons roaring mouth would be their choice,</L>
<L>Things &s;o unlike who ever dar'd compare,</L>
<L>Guns brazen &s;ides, and thunders cloudy aire?</L>
<L>The hollow Irons more dreadful and more loud</L>
<L>Than th hollow heavens are with the thundring clouds,</L>
<L>For a bolt &s;ent from thence, may with its &s;troke,</L>
<L>Touch an unmoved hill or &s;hake an Oak,</L>
<L>Split by unknown force, but when the Gun.</L>
<PB N="9" REF="7">
<L>Sends &s;hot, that can rend &s;hips, more oakes then one.</L>
<L>Thunder affrights with noy&s;e but hurts us not,</L>
<L>Like a gun charg'd with powder not with &s;hot,</L>
<L>Lightnings like fire&s;hips with fal&s;e <HI>wooden guns</HI></L>
<L>Only can &s;corch the &s;ides by which it runs,</L>
<L>But when the pri&s;on'd &s;hot breaks loo&s;e the gun</L>
<L>It &s;elf doth <HI>&s;tart</HI> and <HI>carriage</HI> backward run</L>
<L>No &s;ooner is the fire put to the <HI>trayne</HI></L>
<L>But by one blow almo&s;t an army's &s;lain;</L>
<L>The thundring clouds can't at all times appear</L>
<L><HI>Heavens guns</HI> are <HI>charging</HI> at lea&s;t, half the year,</L>
<L>From Spring to Autum then the angry sky</L>
<L>Doth &s;corch the Earth which Summers heat made dry,)</L>
<L>But Canons force, quickas the &s;udden eye,</L>
<L>One &s;park makes &s;hot, &s;wift as the lightnings fly</L>
<L>Such fatal thunder he did fear no more</L>
<L>Than noi&s;e proclaiming triumphs on the &s;hore.</L>
<L>More brave than <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> he &s;corns <HI>Laureal wreaths</HI></L>
<L>Though mid&s;t &s;ea lightning, and the &s;moke, he breaths;</L>
<L>Cau&s;e when it thunder'd he no <HI>laureal</HI> wore</L>
<L>Its but ju&s;t to crown him with't on &s;hore.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<PB N="10" REF="8">
<HEAD>Some Ships on Fire.</HEAD>
<L>THe&s;e are home-dangers, when he looks a|broad.</L>
<L>He &s;ees more terrours in the <HI>watry Road,</HI></L>
<L>There fire and water in confu&s;ion,</L>
<L>The world did &s;eem to end as it begun,</L>
<L>Forth' Elements contending on the main,</L>
<L>Seem'd a new <HI>Chaos,</HI> and canfus'd again,</L>
<L><HI>Sulphurous lightning</HI> all about he &s;ees,</L>
<L>Who&s;e fla&s;hes threaten to lick up the Seas,</L>
<L>More dreadful 'twas than fire at <HI>Phaeton</HI>'s fall</L>
<L>That frighted Earth, but this do's Sea and all</L>
<L>Its powerful Gods, &s;uch flames do fly about,</L>
<L>Which <HI>Neptune</HI> in's <HI>full &s;ea</HI> cannot put out</L>
<L>Nothing but flames, which way &s;o e're he turn</L>
<L>The <HI>grapling Keels</HI> like <HI>funeral Pils</HI> do burn,</L>
<L>Which <HI>boards</HI> &s;ome Ships, and none its rage can &s;top,</L>
<L>Di&s;playing its <HI>flameing Flag</HI> on the <HI>Main top,</HI></L>
<PB N="11" REF="8">
<L>(That <HI>Lemnian Cripple</HI> propt with one &s;ound leg)</L>
<L>With great&s;t Monarchs will di&s;pute his <HI>Flag.</HI></L>
<L>No buckets then can &s;erve, no <HI>Engine</HI> can</L>
<L>Quench &s;uch wild fire though't &s;quirt the Ocean</L>
<L>Seamen like &s;piders up the Ropes do climb,</L>
<L>And there they hang long as their weary'd limb</L>
<L>Can hold, but, when the rageing fire doth play,</L>
<L>To quench them&s;elves fall down into the Sea.</L>
<L>Wild bea&s;ts at &s;ight of fire do &s;tart, and fly,</L>
<L>And &s;ome with noi&s;e of Guns, not &s;hot, do die,</L>
<L>But the brave Spirits dare them&s;elves involve</L>
<L>In fire which can't de&s;troy, though't can di&s;&s;olve,</L>
<L>They are <HI>fir&s;t principles,</HI> who fear no flame,</L>
<L>Which may &s;cortch bodies, but calcines their name.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<HEAD>More danger in a Sea-Fight, than in a Land-Battle.</HEAD>
<L><HI>FOrtune</HI> di&s;own's the name of <HI>Wheel,</HI> for &s;he</L>
<L>Makes &s;eas the Emblem of uncon&s;tancy;</L>
<PB N="12" REF="9">
<L>She on a <HI>watry globe</HI> impowr'd to drown</L>
<L>More ra&s;h then <HI>&s;pokes</HI> do's turn waves up and down:</L>
<L>The hardned Seamen who their days have &s;pent;</L>
<L>With patience, on th'uncon&s;tant Element</L>
<L>Say that their lives &s;till border on de&s;pair</L>
<L>Their <HI>flying Fi&s;h</HI> &s;carce live 'twixt flouds and air,</L>
<L>Who can proyno&s;ticate where winds will blow</L>
<L>Or calculate how high the &s;eas will flow,</L>
<L>By <HI>lunar</HI> a&s;pects, when art that hath done</L>
<L>'Tis like a picture of a <HI>changing moon</HI></L>
<L>A <HI>Protea<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter"></HI> face who ever could pourtrey</L>
<L>Or gogling eye which never looks, one way</L>
<L>Sea fights not rul'd by <HI>&s;cience,</HI> no &s;ure skill</L>
<L>To protect lives, or certaine rule to kill</L>
<L>Who incamp's &s;ecure within his <HI>line,</HI></L>
<L>And nought do's fear but earth quakes or a <HI>mine</HI></L>
<L>Which may be &s;prung, from which point winds do <HI>blow;</HI></L>
<L>He cares not &s;eeing his footing's &s;ure below;</L>
<L>But who on &s;eas doth 'venture out to war</L>
<L>Mu&s;t wait the lei&s;ure of &s;ome &s;low-pac't &s;tar</L>
<L>And fickle winds? The Roman with his &s;pade</L>
<L>Hath level'd hills, and wayes through moun|taines made</L>
<PB N="13" REF="9">
<L>But <HI>watry mounts</HI> not &s;trength or art makes plain</L>
<L>A <HI>planet queen</HI> in rambling &s;eas doth reign;</L>
<L>Only the moon can make &s;eas ri&s;e or fall,</L>
<L>And as &s;he runs her cour&s;e obeys her call.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<HEAD>Some excu&s;e cowardize with Pretence that no Valour can be &s;hewed at Sea.</HEAD>
<L>TO &s;tay on &s;hore Cowards more pleas will feign</L>
<L>And cry down all the actions on the main,</L>
<L>They cur&s;e the gods and do blind Fortune blame</L>
<L>And her <HI>fit Engines,</HI> guns which have no aime;</L>
<L>The &s;hip doth &s;tagger, and the moving gun</L>
<L>Uncon&s;tant as the <HI>wheel</HI> it runs upon:</L>
<L>Canons &s;urprize and do in ambu&s;h lay,</L>
<L>Peepe out of wood, and unexpected &s;lay,</L>
<L>And as a Lyon Seiz'd of's prey doth roar</L>
<L>Come out of thickets not perceiv'd before;</L>
<L>Wh'in duels falls, or the &s;words victim lyes,</L>
<L>He &s;ees the <HI>point</HI> which threatens 'fore he dyes</L>
<PB N="14" REF="10">
<L>But Bullets are not &s;een whil&s;t they do fly,</L>
<L>Clande&s;tine murther gives them Victory,</L>
<L>And when that is obtain'd, the treach'rous Gun</L>
<L>Makes <HI>Proclamation</HI> of what &s;hot hath done,</L>
<L>Who on the land with <HI>&s;teel</HI> do mi&s;s their <HI>pa&s;s</HI></L>
<L>Retract and &s;tand on the &s;ame gorund and place,</L>
<L>And &s;ome land &s;ouldiers &s;ave them&s;elves by flight,</L>
<L>With as much honour as they could by fight,</L>
<L>But &s;hips are pri&s;ons, and <HI>the Naval Wall,</HI></L>
<L>Do's &s;hut men up, till Fate &s;ayes who &s;hall fall,</L>
<L>The&s;e thoughts keeps &s;ome at home, who ne'r in|tend</L>
<L>To go beyond their <HI>Thule,</HI> the <HI>Lands end,</HI></L>
<L>For fear the briny flouds their feet &s;hould wet,</L>
<L>Their door po&s;ts are <HI>Herculean Pillars</HI> &s;et,</L>
<L>The&s;e are like trees which on the Earth do &s;tand</L>
<L>Ty'd fa&s;t by roots and nouri&s;h't by the Land,</L>
<L>They are like &s;hell fi&s;h, and their &s;ouls nome bred.</L>
<L>Who &s;tarve without a hou&s;e &s;pread o're their head;</L>
<L>This <HI>Crab-fi&s;h Crew,</HI> when they are fore't to &s;ea,</L>
<L>Though &s;eeming <HI>forward,</HI> backward creep away,</L>
<L>They when the Fleets are &s;martly joyn'd i fight</L>
<L>Like <HI>I&s;les inchanted</HI> vani&s;h out of &s;ight,</L>
<L>And when there's thunder for their ears too loud,</L>
<PB N="15" REF="10">
<L><HI>Aeneas</HI> like, pa&s;s off in &s;moke and clouds,</L>
<L>But <HI>Maid&s;tone</HI> &s;ought alo&s;t in &s;ight of all,</L>
<L>And made the World Spectators of his fall.</L>
<L>Some with the&s;e dangers terrified did weep,</L>
<L>Cowards like Reptiles in the Ark did did creep</L>
<L>Into the hole as Snakes with out warm blood,</L>
<L>Or treacherous Greeks &s;hut in a <HI>Hor&s;e Wood.</HI></L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<HEAD>Lo&s;s of Men in the Ships</HEAD>
<L>TO &s;ee the number of the men there &s;lain</L>
<L>Would make &s;ome blood congeal'd in every vein,</L>
<L>To &s;ee an arm broke here, and there a thigh</L>
<L>And legs de&s;ign'd to walk, in th'air to fly,</L>
<L>Some would expire by kind &s;ympathy</L>
<L>There are di&s;&s;ections where the &s;mall &s;hot flie,</L>
<L>That fleas the man, and &s;hews his Arteries,</L>
<L>And veins and &s;inews with the naked bone,</L>
<L>Without a help of a Chyrurgion,</L>
<PB N="16" REF="11">
<L>But th'<HI>great Shot</HI> as terrible as great</L>
<L>Opens the brea&s;t and &s;hews how the heart does beat,</L>
<L>With ruins compa&s;s'd he undaunted &s;tood,</L>
<L>Aloft 'mong&s;t <HI>&s;plinters</HI> of the bones and <HI>Wood,</HI></L>
<L>How many Cowards in a fearful fit,</L>
<L>Fancied them&s;elves next <HI>blot</HI> that &s;hould be hit:</L>
<L>How many victims &s;lain fell by his &s;ide,</L>
<L>How many deaths &s;aw he before he dy'd,</L>
<L>The numerous Corps hurl'd over board that day,</L>
<L>Like men at <HI>Chesboard</HI> he &s;aw <HI>born away,</HI></L>
<L>True courage faints not though <HI>bare bones</HI> it &s;ee,</L>
<L>Neither doth &s;tart at Wars Anatomy.</L>
<L>Though thou&s;ands bleed on decks, and thou&s;ands &s;lain</L>
<L>Like Mon&s;ters floating on the bloody <HI>Main</HI></L>
<L>Reliques of carca&s;&s;es boy'd by the flood,</L>
<L>Like <HI>Niles Productions</HI> out of its <HI>warm Mud,</HI></L>
<L>Yet all the&s;e &s;ights his valour could not check,</L>
<L>Which Scorns all &s;torms He's like a Ma&s;t on Deck</L>
<L>If all were &s;lain He'd call the &s;hip his own,</L>
<L>Nought can di&s;turb brave &s;ouls po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ion.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<PB N="17" REF="11">
<HEAD>The Fleet Be calm'd.</HEAD>
<L>The Sullen Calm &amp; the more thwarting tyde</L>
<L>Stood in the way when victory &s;hould ride,</L>
<L>Yet the &s;tout Engli&s;h valour wont obey</L>
<L>Commands of <HI>fickle air</HI> or flowing &s;ea,</L>
<L>If <HI>Aeolus</HI> hold his, they'l breath a wind</L>
<L>Into their &s;ailes, rather than lurck behind;</L>
<L><HI>Sandwich</HI> and <HI>Harman</HI> both will cro&s;s the &s;ea</L>
<L>If <HI>Neptune</HI> frown they'l frown as much as he</L>
<L>If he do &s;ide with the Dutch enemy</L>
<L>If <HI>Aeolus</HI> be &s;ullen, and the waves</L>
<L>Like a <HI>dead Jea,</HI> they'l row like galley Slaves</L>
<L>With Canonns <HI>iron oares,</HI> for every gun</L>
<L>When 'twas di&s;charg'd did &s;erve to tug them on</L>
<L>The winds were like the cautious Swede and Dane</L>
<L>Who interpo&s;ed in actions on the <HI>Main</HI></L>
<L>And &s;eemed like friends but merely out of &s;pite</L>
<L>They &s;topt their breath for to prevent the fight</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<PB N="18" REF="12">
<HEAD>Only part of the Fleet engaged.</HEAD>
<L>HAve you not &s;een the Snake that dunghil|wonder,</L>
<L>When &s;ome &s;tout arm cuts its &s;leek back in &s;under,</L>
<L>Though't &s;o di&s;abled that it cannot fight,</L>
<L>With <HI>&s;piral</HI> turnings would its part unite,</L>
<L>So the far &s;ever'd &s;hips, and disjoyn'd Fleet</L>
<L>Did make <HI>Meanders</HI> on the Waves to meet;</L>
<L>Yet 'twas in vain, for Seamen with their skill</L>
<L>Tacking about, their &s;ayles could never fill.</L>
<L>Have you not &s;een a Champion, when he's held</L>
<L>By others &s;trength from ru&s;hing in the feild,</L>
<L>Doubles his rage, as <HI>Samp&s;on</HI> when he's bound</L>
<L>Did &s;nap his cords, and all about him wound,</L>
<L>Such was the Engli&s;h valour, they on board</L>
<L>Did <HI>Burst</HI> a cable as he &s;napt a <HI>cord</HI></L>
<L>For though the Calm oppo&s;ing &s;hips dotye</L>
<L>Like ankors to their <HI>bay</HI> the bullets fly</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<PB N="19" REF="12">
<HEAD>Nobility doth not degrade it &s;elf by encount|ers with the mo&s;t be&s;t va&s;&s;als.</HEAD>
<L>THe want of courage &s;ome would thus excu&s;e,</L>
<L>With a loud oath they &s;wear they do not u&s;e</L>
<L>To fight gain&s;t galley &s;laves, and when they dy'd</L>
<L>Would for their lives <HI>as Peers by Peers,</HI> be try'd</L>
<L>Such weak pretences this brave <HI>Hero</HI> &s;corn'd,</L>
<L>By the ba&s;e foe the conque&s;t is dorn'd</L>
<L>Champions de&s;ign'd the greate&s;t acts to do,</L>
<L>Fought not with &s;tarrs but ba&s;er things below.</L>
<L>Gyants were fools, who did the heavens a&s;&s;ault</L>
<L>Tis more true valour t' enter in a vault</L>
<L>Where Snakes or Dragones are, &s;uch foes as the&s;e</L>
<L>Become St. <HI>George,</HI> or the great <HI>Hercules,</HI></L>
<L>Who ugly <HI>Polyphemus</HI> hills in's den</L>
<L>Doth more than if he &s;lew ten thou&s;and men,</L>
<L>He who re&s;olv'd to get the <HI>name</HI> of <HI>man</HI></L>
<L>Fights not th'Athenians, But the Affrican,</L>
<PB N="20" REF="13">
<L>Some Hero's travel'd to the banks of <HI>Nile</HI></L>
<L>Cau&s;e famous for its mon&s;trous Crocodile</L>
<L>The Champions &s;o renown'd for Courage, when</L>
<L>They went to fight &s;ought not for gentlemen,</L>
<L>Great <HI>The&s;eus duel'd</HI> Robbers and did &s;lay</L>
<L>The plundring crew, which on the road did prey</L>
<L>One Hero'o virtue by a <HI>dung hil</HI> tryed,</L>
<L>By which the <HI>Augean groom</HI> was deifted.</L>
<L>Who wanting foes above to try his might</L>
<L>Did open earth, and went to Hell to fight,</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<HEAD>My Lord kill'd by a &s;hot, when the Dutch Fleet was at a great di&s;tance from the Engli&s;h, about &s;ix a clock in the Evening.</HEAD>
<L>ALL mi&s;chief &s;eems far off when it is near,</L>
<L>It cea&s;es to be &s;uch caus't doth appear;</L>
<L>It is Fates method to conceal decrees,</L>
<L>What's mo&s;t pernicious that man &s;eldom &s;ees,</L>
<L>When Nature fights, and doth re&s;olve to kill,</L>
<L>She fools Phy&s;itians with pretended skill,</L>
<PB N="21" REF="13">
<L>By what man falls the&s;e men of Art &s;carce know:</L>
<L>'Till death &s;trips man, and &s;hews the mortal blow.</L>
<L><HI>Dark De&s;tinies</HI> with him did &s;eem to play,</L>
<L>But a &s;ad Ve&s;per clos'd an au&s;picious day,</L>
<L>They &s;eem'd unwilling, yet re&s;olv'd his fall,</L>
<L>And then like <HI>Jugglers</HI> play'd a <HI>Fatal Ball.</HI></L>
<L>When &s;tarrs fight again&s;t men, and Heavens wage War,</L>
<L><HI>Saturn</HI> hurts mo&s;t, though the mo&s;t di&s;tant &s;tar,</L>
<L>As a land Captain he to death did yield,</L>
<L>The <HI>fir&s;t</HI> who <HI>enters,</HI> but la&s;t leaves the field,</L>
<L>He fell, and as he fell, the Seamen cry,</L>
<L>Here is true <HI>valour,</HI> true <HI>Nobility,</HI></L>
<L>They look't on him, and the <HI>declining Sun,</HI></L>
<L>And when <HI>both &s;ate,</HI> 'twas time the fight was done.</L>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="22" REF="14">
<HEAD>An Irenicum or Reflections on the Conditions of Peace by the Trumpeter.</HEAD>
<L>Come <HI>Triton</HI> with thy Trumpet calm the Seas,</L>
<L>Proclaim no Triumph, only &s;ound like peace,</L>
<L>Away my Martial numbers it is meet,</L>
<L>You are laid by like a neglected Fleet,</L>
<L>My comick Mu&s;e <HI>Halcyon</HI> like will re&s;t,</L>
<L>On the &s;hore &s;ide, no Seas will wrack her ne&s;t,</L>
<L>Now Guns are gagged, and &s;peak not as in War,</L>
<L>There is no &s;ound but of the Trumpeter:</L>
<L>Who on the Engli&s;h &s;hores, in's bra&s;s did blow</L>
<L>With &s;uch &s;ucce&s;s as once 'gain&s;t <HI>Jericho,</HI></L>
<L>For by's breath the Ships our wooden Wall</L>
<L>Gave way, though force could never make them fall,</L>
<L>Dutch bottoms like the Trojan bulky Hor&s;e,</L>
<L>Which ne're could find away by Arms or force,</L>
<L>But when a trea&s;ure in their <HI>keeles</HI> do bring,</L>
<L>The Fleet makes way as Convoy to a King.</L>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
<PB REF="14">
<PB REF="15" MS="y">
</DIV1>
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