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A52869 New advice to a painter poetical essay describing the last sea-engagement with the Dutch, May the 28th, 1673 / by an eye-witness. Eye witness. 1673 (1673) Wing N533; ESTC R35067 1,180 1

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New Advice to a PAINTER A Poetical Essay describing the last Sea-Engagement with the DUTCH MAY the 28th 1673. By an Eye-Witness STrike up bold Muse loud as the trumpet sounds And wade through smoak and thunder bloud and wounds Let wanton strains of the soft airy Lute Yield to the triumphs of the Warlike Flute Now shall Lepanto's Conflict be forgot The Service there could not be half so hot No sooner the Brave Prince his Flags assembled But Neptune duckt under a wave and trembled A frightful prospect unto all that see 't The Elements of fire and water meet Nor should a man have prejudic'd his sense Or reason to derive the Thunder thence Such a red Sea you round about discover The Ocean swell'd with blood seem'd to run over By which orewhelm'd the Dutch may hope stop more Incursions of the French with floods of gore Some flaming Ships men into th' water sent For death to scape that fiercer Element And hundreds swimming destitute of hope To save their lives wish'd for a lucky Rope Some sink to rights and with a dismal cry Sail in a moment to Eternity A thousand various Horoscopes agree To puzzle Art in one Catastrophe Born under different STARRS like Fate they have The Ship 's their Coffin and the Sea their Grave The smoak like that of Sodom did aspire As if the very Sea had been on Fire Whilst each Broadside untill again ore-blown Did make a dismal Midnight of High Noon A darkness so Egyptian you 'd have thought That every Ship by her own Fire-light fought Or that we might their flying Frigats miss The Dutch sigh'd up a Fog as dark as this But what could tempt them fight at such a rate Sure the last Sinke hath made them desperate For this renders their misery much worse We onely fight for right they upon force Their wretched State to this sad pass be'ng come There 's death abroad and worse despair at home The Gallant Prince that in all dangers came Wonders performd too great for th' mouth of Fame Though they 're intrench'd with Sand he thinks it meet To fight not dully to besiege a Fleet. Ruyter look'd pale at an assault so brave And Trump had much ado to scape a Grave Of Common Boors such numbers breathless float Their grosser Souls will sure sink Charon's Boat For to avoid Englands victorious Standard Their shatter'd Squadrons in disorder wander'd And were so sensible of certain loss The Belgick Lyon couch'd before the Cross The Panegyricks our Captains deserv'd At large their own Swords in Dutch bosoms carv'd So fought the French they shall for future stand Renoun'd for Arts at Sea as well as Land But oh with what deserving Eulogies Shall we Embalm the glorious memories Of noble Worden Fowles Finch and the rest Snatcht hence by Fate to th' Regions of the Blest That Hero-Troop ne'er to be prais'd enough Whose Bodies fell but Souls were Canon proof Those Miracles of Valour Honours Sons Brave bold Contemners of grim Deaths great Guns Those more than Worthies for their Countries good Who were so prodigal of their best Blood Their Fame with us in story shall remain Till Bodies reunite with Souls again Whilst baffl'd Hogens quit the open main And Mare Clausum we have prov'd again 'T is fit our Monarchs happy Birth-day be Still usher'd in with Joys of Victory FINIS LONDON Printed in the Year MDCLXXIII