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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A62943	An encomiastck, or, elegiack enumeration of the noble atchievements, and unparallel'd services, done at land and sea, by that truly honourable Generall Robert Blake Esq., late one of his Highnes's Generalls at sea, who after nine years indefatigable service in that high employment, exchanged this earthly tabernacle, for an eternall house, not made with hands, blessedly dying in the Lord, in Plimouth Sound September the seventh, 1657, aged 59	G. T. (George Tooke), 1595-1675.	1658 (1658)	Wing T1897; ESTC R4791	8,713	29

Galleons he With golden Argos burneth sad to see In those huge Bonfires made a Sacrifice Unto the Bachanalian God Whose eyes Dim waxed to behold the Ocean wide By those Aetnean fires almost dry'd To see such flames and unheard thunders heare That Sancta Cruz and all the Isle did fear On that black day the world would be dissolv'd And in another Chaos be involv'd The Dolphins by those flashy clattrings scar'd From their own proper Region are debar'd And forc't to fall into a watry hell Their sad exile there to bewaile and tell The frighted foot which from the lined strand Saw seas of bloud now will no longer stand But from those fenced walls and bulwarks strong To lofty Tenariff did run among The craggy rocks and caves themselves to hide Such blasting stormes not able to abide What ailed thee great mountain and proud peeke That shelter for thy selfe thou now didst seek Who to thy forlorn fugitives should be A Sanctuary when they fled to thee Why didst thou quake skie-daring mount so high That into Heaven thou presum'st to pry From the Creation seeming to be fixt Above the middle Region and there mixt Amongst the starrs from fiery Meteors free Or didst thou fear that now fulfill'd should be That sacred Prophecy that by the power Of faith remov'd the Seas should thee devour Those Indian silver Mynes and wealth so vast For Spanish Craesus hither sent are fast In durance kept and like to perish here Made uselesse to their Masters or in fear Of English Frigots that perhaps may seize Those golden heaps if they appear on seas XX HEnce fully fraught with glory now he steeres His course for Sally where he soon appears That little Egipt and most dolefull Cell Which held some of our English Israel In bonds he maketh there a noble peace And freely doth the Christian slaves release Whence gone he takes another glorious spoile Still providence on his designes doth smile XXI A Little army of Canarian Dons From th Indies come he taketh now in bonds Attending this great Victor to performe Their Obsequies to him in solemne forme Who after thousand stormes to which enur'd He was and noble wounds by him endurd Of which he languisht now return'd in peace To English port did there alass decease Yet gloriously where he did sacrifice For us his dearest bloud deaths greatest prize When many hundreds he had tane of late Now to a Royall Chappell brought in State For his devotion ye'rst to him well known Amongst the Kings interr'd and neer to one That Prince of peace which joyn'd in Hymens band The two divided houses of our Land If now some Brittish Plutarck kindly prest VVith love of vertue sparkling in his breast Should in historick stile limme out this brave And English Aristides and from grave Redeem his memory for his Renown This one thing more his worthy Gests to crown May added be the glory of them all That during those long VVarres wherein the fall Of thousands he beheld as many rise To fortunes high true valours meed and prize Yet he post poning with heroick zeale His private interest to the publick weale Himself would not advance by those vast spoiles Still him attending from those bloudy broiles Though millions seiz'd by his conduct so skil'd In armes and Counsell the English Coffers fil'd VVho with his native portion well content For his dear countries good was gladly spent VVhat Marble Pile what Monument for thee Great Brittains sheild Spains scourge now rais'd shal be That may our English Heroes animate Thy matchles worth brave Blake to emulate And to succeeding times eternize may Thy name and thee entitle from this day A Saint devout for learning Socrates A Cato just for valour Hercules ANd thou great Oliver thy sword gird on Ride forth and prosper Truths great Champion Against that Romish beast Jehovah send Such Leaders still thy high designs t' attend That so that glorious work advanc't so far Against proud Babel by a holy warre May under thy conduct yet farther thrive And to perfection in the end arrive Yea crowned with this Epinicion be Great Babilon is fall'n and that by thee FINIS