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<HEAD>On the Death of that Noble Knight S^r JOHN HARMAN, Who Died <DATE>the 11^t^h of October, 1673.</DATE></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>BRittania, <HI>Queen of th<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="1 letter"> Ocean,</HI></HI> bad me write</L>
<L>Something memorial of this <HI>Noble Knight;</HI></L>
<L>It mu&s;t be <HI>Great,</HI> or nothing. Nay, &s;aid I,</L>
<L>Let <HI>Homers</HI> then, or <HI>Virgils</HI> Poetry</L>
<L>Record his Deeds, 'Tis not for meaner things</L>
<L>To &s;peak, or think of <HI>Admirals</HI> or <HI>Kings.</HI></L>
<L>But <HI>the&s;e</HI> are long &s;ince dead; Mu&s;t therefore die</L>
<L>This Peerle&s;s Per&s;ons <HI>Glorious Memory?</HI></L>
<L>No, no, that mu&s;t not be; Rather than fail</L>
<L>Something to <HI>try,</HI> I'le with my <HI>&s;elf</HI> prevail.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Sea-Nimphs</HI> prolling round the <HI>Watry World</HI></L>
<L><HI>Caught up</HI> his <HI>Name</HI> when to and fro 'twas <HI>hurld,</HI></L>
<L>When Guns, Drums, Trumpets, to the Clefts did &s;ound</L>
<L>His Fame, and caus'd them back the &s;ame Rebound,</L>
<L><HI>The&s;e</HI> to my <HI>Mu&s;e</HI> did courteou&s;ly impart</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="1 letter">air naked <HI>Truths,</HI> which need no Veils of <HI>Art.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When fir&s;t in <HI>Youth</HI> &s;ome Voyages he made,</L>
<L>To pro&s;ecute <HI>Experience</HI> or <HI>Trade,</HI></L>
<L>His worth di&s;clos'd it &s;elf, and made men &s;ee,</L>
<L>None was more <HI>Engli&s;h Mariner</HI> than he.</L>
<L>T<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="1 letter">ough hearty, &s;turdy <HI>Oak</HI> our <HI>Ships</HI> do frame</L>
<L>Our <HI>Seamen</HI> too (if rightly &s;tamp'd) the <HI>&s;ame</HI></L>
<L>And &s;uch was this <HI>Well-timber'd</HI> Man, be &s;ure,</L>
<L>That &s;uch hard <HI>Storms</HI> and <HI>Bickerings</HI> could endure.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In <HI>former Wars, <HI>Spain, Portugal</HI></HI> and <HI>Dutch</HI></L>
<L>Will all confe&s;s, there were not <HI>many &s;uch.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Drake, Blague</HI> and <HI>Harman, <HI>Names</HI></HI> that &s;truck the <HI>Seas</HI></L>
<L>As <HI>Zi&s;ca, Scanderbeg, Hunniades,</HI></L>
<L>Did qua&s;h the <HI>Land;</HI> Foes hu&s;h'd their &s;qualing Brats</L>
<L>Only by naming the&s;e <HI>Great Potentates.</HI></L>
<L>But if tho&s;e <HI>former Acts</HI> of his mu&s;t be</L>
<L>Veil'd by <HI>Oblivion,</HI> be it &s;o: yet he</L>
<L>By <HI>Latter Deeds</HI> will have his <HI>Name</HI> pre&s;erv'd</L>
<L>Wherein he hath his <HI>King and Country</HI> &s;erv'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<LG>
<L>When <HI>Britti&s;h <HI>Seas</HI></HI> and <HI>Honour</HI> were a&s;&s;ail'd</L>
<L>By <HI>Belgian <HI>Rivals;</HI></HI> when the <HI>Plague</HI> prevail'd <NOTE PLACE="marg">1665</NOTE></L>
<L>At home; by which when <HI>mo&s;t mens Courage</HI> fail'd</L>
</LG>
<L>He <HI>&s;natch'd</HI> &s;ome <HI>men</HI> from <HI>Death,</HI> Commands and Man'd</L>
<L>The <HI>Royal Charles,</HI> by <HI>Royal Charles</HI> Command;</L>
<L>And then perform'd his <HI>Manly part;</HI> how well,</L>
<L>Let both his <HI>Friends</HI> and <HI>Foes</HI> Spectators tell.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Next Year was <HI>Sixty</HI> &s;ix (that fatal Time,</L>
<L>When <HI>Londons</HI> old Foundations <HI>burnt</HI> to Lime)</L>
<L><HI>Rear Admiral</HI> of the <HI>White</HI> then appear'd</L>
<L>And by his <HI>Foes</HI> he made his <HI>Henry</HI> fear'd.</L>
<L><HI>Three <HI>Etna</HI></HI>'s did at <HI>once</HI> be&s;et Her round,</L>
<L>Some of her men were <HI>Burnt,</HI> and &s;ome were <HI>Drown'd:</HI></L>
<L>Yet <HI>then</HI> (as if he did <HI>both Elements</HI> &s;coff)</L>
<L>He <HI>fought his, Way,</HI> and brought her bravely off.</L>
<L>His <HI>Leg</HI> (but not his <HI>Courage</HI>) <HI>broke;</HI> and then&punc;</L>
<L>He <HI>&s;ympathized</HI> with his <HI>maimed men.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Knighted,</HI> and <HI>Admiral</HI> made in <HI>Sixty &s;even,</HI></L>
<L>With <HI>Fire-&s;hips Two,</HI> and <HI><HI>fighting-ships</HI> Eleven,</HI></L>
<L>T' <HI>America</HI> he Steers, and did &s;uch <HI>Feats,</HI></L>
<L>Dull <HI>Europeans</HI> will believe us Cheats</L>
<L>If we but tell the <HI>Truth.</HI> As, How he &s;torm'd</L>
<L>Strong <HI>Martinico, <HI>Wonders</HI></HI> there perform'd;</L>
<L>Into their <HI>Harbour</HI> how he forc'd his Way,</L>
<L>Where <HI>Thirty <HI>Warlike</HI> French</HI> and <HI>Dutch</HI> then lay;</L>
<L><HI><HI>Burnt</HI> Nine, <HI>&s;unk</HI> more;</HI> the <HI>re&s;t</HI> (to &s;cape his hands)</L>
<L>Did <HI>&s;ink them&s;elves,</HI> to <HI>hide</HI> among&s;t the Sands.</L>
<L><HI>Thre&eacute; Forts</HI> he there <HI>Attaqu'd</HI> and <HI>Fir'd.</HI> And then</L>
<L>To <HI>Syrenham</HI> and <HI>Chian</HI> wafts his men:</L>
<L><HI>Courage</HI> and <HI>Conduct,</HI> there no le&s;s he &s;hew'd,</L>
<L>Whereby he tho&s;e <HI>Two Countreys <HI>&s;oon</HI></HI> &s;ubdu'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In <HI>Sev'nty two Vice-Admiral</HI> of the <HI>Blew,</HI></L>
<L>He like a Tyger 'mong&s;t the <HI>Dutchmen</HI> flew,</L>
<L><HI>Nine Dutch</HI> begirt his <HI>Charles.</HI> There (&s;ad to tell)</L>
<L><HI>Three</HI> or <HI>four hundred</HI> of his <HI>Brave Men</HI> fell.</L>
<L>He paid them off; and when no boot to &s;tay,</L>
<L>He nobly brought his <HI>tattred Hull</HI> away.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>La&s;tly, in <HI>Sev'nty thr&eacute;e,</HI> this pre&s;ent Year,</L>
<L>His <HI>long-try'd</HI> Courage <HI>la&s;ting</HI> did appear</L>
<L><HI>Vice Adm'ral</HI> of the <HI>Red.</HI> Though <HI>&s;ick</HI> and weak</L>
<L>When &s;carcely could he <HI>go,</HI> or <HI>&s;tand,</HI> or <HI>&s;peak,</HI></L>
<L>Yet could he <HI>fight, direct, encourage, &s;ee</HI></L>
<L>All well perform'd. Meanwhile <HI><HI>poor</HI> Gallant</HI> he</L>
<L>Sate like a <HI>Mark</HI> for ev'ry &s;hot, in &s;ight</L>
<L>Upon the <HI>Quarter-deck</HI> in ev'ry Fight.</L>
<L>We'l not reflect on any man; nor tell,</L>
<L><HI>Who did ami&s;s;</HI> only that <HI>He did well.</HI></L>
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<L>And having <HI>done</HI> his <HI>All,</HI> he then gave o're,</L>
<L>He <HI>made to Port, dropt Anchor, came a&s;hore,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Never</HI> to plough the briny <HI>Ocean</HI> more.</L>
</LG>
<L>From mid&s;t of <HI>Storms, Blood, Noi&s;e, Confu&s;ion, Fires,</HI></L>
<L>He <HI>cooly, calmly, peaceably</HI> Expires,</L>
<L>Who&s;e <HI><HI>Death</HI> Religious: <HI>Living Actions</HI></HI> were</L>
<L><HI>Valiant, Iu&s;t, Humble, Patient,</HI> and <HI>Sincere.</HI></L>
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<HEAD>To His <HI>LADY.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>Madam, <HI>your</HI></HI> lo&s;s is <HI>great,</HI> we mu&s;t confe&s;s,</L>
<L>But yet compar'd, <HI><HI>ours</HI> greater</HI> is, <HI><HI>yours</HI> le&s;s;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Yours</HI> is a <HI>Private, <HI>ours</HI></HI> a <HI>publique</HI> one,</L>
<L>In mid&s;t of <HI>&s;torms</HI> (Alas!) our <HI>Pilot</HI>'s gone:</L>
<L>Learn <HI>hence</HI> the better to <HI>&s;u&s;tain your Cro&s;s,</HI></L>
<L>Behold! <HI>All England</HI> does <HI>lament your Lo&s;s.</HI></L>
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<HEAD>To His <HI>SON.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>YOu <HI>Martial Stripling,</HI> from his <HI>Stock a &s;lip,</HI></L>
<L>Make good the <HI>Proverb [Of th' old Block, a chip.]</HI></L>
<L>To imitate him you've gone pretty far,</L>
<L>That you a <HI>Youth</HI> command a <HI>Man of War.</HI></L>
<L>He dy'd a <HI>Prote&s;tant,</HI> and <HI>you</HI> I hope</L>
<L>Will live to <HI>make a Tacque</HI> upon the <HI>Pope.</HI></L>
<L>Learn not to <HI>Hector, Drink, Drab, Swear</HI> and <HI>Play;</HI></L>
<L>But as <HI>your Father</HI> did, <HI>Think, Fight</HI> and <HI>Pray.</HI></L>
<L>O that of <HI>this &s;ort</HI> all <HI>Commanders</HI> were!</L>
<L>Then <HI>Brittain</HI> &s;hould not need <HI>Invaders</HI> fear:</L>
<L>Nor <HI>Belgia</HI> vaunt at poor <HI>Brittania's</HI> wound,</L>
<L>When &s;he &s;hall hear <HI>th' old Harmans laid aground.</HI></L>
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<HEAD>To His <HI>SEA-MEN.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>MAriners</HI> mourn, <HI>Dous Top&s;ail, wa&s;t your Flag,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Hand Streamers, Furle:</HI> Now <HI>Courage</HI> lyes a lag</L>
<L>And &s;neaks <HI>abaft, loo&s;e Anchor</HI> from the, <HI>Bough,</HI></L>
<L>For <HI>Navigation</HI> lyes a <HI>Backstays</HI> now.</L>
<L>With <HI>The&s;eus <HI>Sails</HI></HI> cloath your tall Ships of War,</L>
<L>If you want <HI>Blacks,</HI> be&s;mear your &s;elves with <HI>Tar.</HI></L>
<L>With your own hands, while you lye thus <HI>becalm'd,</HI></L>
<L>With <HI>Norway <HI>Gums,</HI></HI> let his Corps be <HI>Embalm'd;</HI></L>
<L>And (though you u&s;e not much to <HI>Weep,</HI> yet) <HI>here</HI></L>
<L><HI>Augment the Ocean</HI> with a briny <HI>Tear.</HI></L>
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<L>Then <HI>wipe your Eyes. Courage my Hearts, a<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="5+ letters"></HI></L>
<L><HI>Hoy&s;e Sails, Give way;</HI> do as you u&s;e <HI>and ought.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Cheer up, Suzzau;</HI> and let your <HI>Enemies</HI> find,</L>
<L>Though <HI>Harman</HI>'s dead, <HI>his Men,</HI> are left behind.</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed in the <HI>Year</HI> 167<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="1 letter">.</P>
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<P><UNCLEAR>With Allowance.</UNCLEAR></P>
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