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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A97167	English Iliads, or a sea-fight reviewed in a poem occasioned by the death of a person of honour slain in the late vvar between the English and the Dutch. By J.W. Together with An Irenicum, or reflections on the trumpeter and conditions of peace.	J. W.; Warly, John, d. 1679.	1674 (1674)	Wing W874; ESTC R229728	7,069	28

English Iliads OR A SEA-FIGHT REVIEWED IN A POEM Occasioned by the death of a person of Honour slain in the late War between the English and the Dutch By J. W. Together with an Irenicum or Reflections on the Trumpeter and Conditions of Peace moriemur in ultis At moriemur ait Virg. Aeneid The noble Voluntiers free as mans Will Aequally ready to be kill'd or kill 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Hom. Iliad 4. But slavish Seamen forced by a Press Stood on the Decks like Vooden men at Chess London Printed for Jonathan Edwin at the three Roses in Ludgate Street 1674. An Advice to a Friend to print his Poem part being written some years past WHen sence in Poesie heightened cometh forth It doth not borrow from the times its worth As some spruce Wits whom Fortune doth renown For some caught upstart humour of the Town Which when digested in a waggish Verse Extorts a laugh from Clubbing Stationers Or some pert Novice who will them commend If luckily a pair of lines do end Or some fond Poet who writes Playes in rithm With a new measure vaumping up old time Which made Theatrical the vulgar stares At 's jingling verse tagg'd as the points he wears 'T is trifling Art which syllables cant vary What you write's like Caesars Commentary And what 's eternal do not call too late That neither hath a Poste or Antedate J. W. ENGLISH ILLIADS OR A SEA-FIGHT REVIEWED IN A POEM Occasioned by the death of a person of Honour slain in the late War between the English and the Dutch On the Death of the Lord of MAIDSTONE WEr't proper now to cry or make sad noise I 'de borrow breath or steal a Stentors voice Rending the Earth for 's Vault and with my moan The Earth should eccho whilst the Sea did groan His Mourners throat must all be Canon bore Who ' wails his fate loud as the Seas must roar I call my Muse which through a tender throat At vulagar death sends forth a whining note Here must be sighs like winds which rageing blow With lofty wings disordering all below Some with their sudden shrieks awaken'd death Whilst men expiring catch their mourners breath By which but half alive they ghastly stare 'Till Fates retake their rescu'd Prisoner Way with such accents they are childish tones Honours disturb'd by ' frighting Female moans NOBLES and TARPOLLINS compar'd THough the bold Sailor's arm'd ' gainst wind and weather Whose Nerves like cordage knit his limbs together Whose joynts like Pulleys and his Callous hand Like the Ships helm can its vaste bulk command And leggs and arms as yeards and masts whilst he Vaunts with his strength the Ships Epitome Rigg'd by his King he fears not to prevail Tallow'd in 's mels and when cloath'd under sail Such a Sea-man of War by 's own broadside Not by the Ships thinks himself fortified Though this Pitcht Monster strutting on the decks In heat of fight melts like a Babe of wax Yet Nobles tender frame Seamen deride Not built by Nature t' outface wind and tide But the Tarpollin thinks his own skin buff Tann'd by the weather to be Musket proof And in his sinews only made for toyl Thinks himself wrapt as in a cable coyl Yet he 's not safe though he scape iron balls As ill built fabricks by 's own weight he falls As Niobe suppose him made of stone With marble sides hard as the rock his bone Ribb'd like his vessel whom if you look on You l swear his soul 's in Naturs garrison Yet not secure a little force hath broke The sturdy flint when art did give the strok A twisted silk much stronger is than thread Those who are finest made not soonest dead How much of Canvas and rude flesh was torn How many limbs broke in that bloody morn Yet Maidstone's safe the cruel Fates all day 'Fore they could hit their threatning balls did lay Some look on Voluntiers as on the Moon Which the Clown thinks made to be gazd upon These are but vulgar errors for each ray Commands a wave her all the Seas obey Such true Heroes who adorn their breast With a brave courage not for fight were drest Yet the Ships Glory they as Colours are To shew whose Ship it is and cause of War Which Flags of silk are oft with honour born On the Main Top when lower sails are torn Late Wars compar'd with those in former Ages Speak not of men who dare in forrests stalk ' Mongst Dens and Caves but who on Decks can walk The Naval Squadrons when design'd for War Seem like a Wood where fiercest Creatures are Whose Images plac'd on the Sterns do more Affright than living savage Beasts at shore Vnder those shadows the loud Cannons roar These senceless Figures onely made for state Seem living when the Guns them animate From Mast to Mast Sea-men like Squirrels skip Whilst great Guns roar as Lions in the ship A Fleets a moving Desart on the Seas An artificial floating Wilderness When Souldiers were first train'd they onely knew To bend a Wooden Arch a piece of Eugh Or sturdy steal which scorns its bridle string And humane arms whilst it the shot doth sling They sent their darts like winged death through the aire Whose threatning plumes stroke Armies in despair But never bullet shot which as it flyes Do's whistle death and sing mens Obsequies When steal's edg'd force and hollow brass unknown Prodigious stones were by great Ajax thrown Which by success ' mongst Greeks were sam'd and made The subject of Old Homers Iliade The Roman who by sieges spread his name His cheifest Engine was the battering Ram When Cities were as folds the Hurdle wall By such mechanical devise did fall When brutish men first yok'd in towns were stal'd And Kings and Shepheards by the same name call'd The first and best of Engineers did use Glass to burn Ships which were at Syracuse Such weapons if with ours compar'd are toyes Ours look like Soldiers arms their 's fit for boyes Though Glasses those bold thieves out face the Sun And steal noons fire they are by Guns out down Canons their Engines do as much surpass As a Fire ship doth a smal burning Glass Let Carthaginians talk of Alps and snow The Liquid Mountains which on leas do flow Are much more terrible rock mountains there Yield not to ships though fraught with vinegar By punick Art ' haps such sowre liquor can Consume Land rocks not those in th' Ocean All these can't fright not rocks or rageing wind Can ' ere make wreck of a true noble mind Canons more terrible than Thunder WHo Guns and Thunder will compare may see How Heaven 's out done by Earths artillery To be aveng'd of some an angry Jove Calls for a Cloud and when it is above Contracting it's own nitrous parts doth crowd Them in the bosom of a dismal Cloud Thus charg'd it sails about the spacious Aire Striking some guilty Cowards in despair And makes an Emperour put 's lawrel