As threaten to Earth up the Sea with men So that our Ships may for the future strand On shelves of bodies not on shelves of sand Methinks I see the swelling billows boil Heat by the fire doth from the Guns recoil The roaring Guns which pierce the parting air With terror we on Land far distant hear They shake the massie Earth and thunder like Houses and Windows into trembling strike And each broad side which strikes my ear I think Now a brave Ship with braver Men doth sink Enraged Mortals striving to out-vie Thunder and Lightning in the lofty skie Darken the air with smoak but fire gives light Or they at noon-day would scarce see to sight Blood from the reeking Decks into the Main Pours down like water in a showr of Rain Discolouring the Ocean by its fall As if 't would turn it to a Red-Sea all Fire-ships set all on flames and make a show As Subterranean fires were from below Broke through the waves and one would think no doubt Fire strove to drink up Sea Sea to quench out The fire and men by their contentious action Put all the Elements into distraction But themselves rue most while the bloody sight Gives blood to them who do in war delight Now on the Decks some shriek with painful And others sinking are in deadly swounds wounds Here a Commander falls th' Opponents hollow The Souldiers soon in death their Leader follow Here from torn shoulder flies an arm and there From shatter'd thigh a leg the bullets tear Here wags a head off this mans brains are dasht Full in the next mans face his bowels pasht On his next neighbour and a third is found Groaning his soul out at a wide-mouth'd wound Here Bullets force drives a heart out which dies To mortals rage a bloody Sacrifice There a head from the bloody neck is rent Mounting as if to hit the Sun it meant Thus the Dutch heads we well may wish to rise And be lift up above their Enemies But I had rather we and they in Peace Might live and War might from all Nations cease Had not Astraea left the Earth and rage Possest mens bosomes in this Iron age Had not sin first divided men from God Then from themselves scattering all abroad To seek new Countries all had still been one Language and People letting Warr alone Sin is the onely make-bate in the World That hath all things into Contention hurl'd But since the Prince of Peace his happy birth Who came to reconcile both things on Earth And things in Heaven methinks those who professe Themselves his Subjects from all wars should cease One faith should be of force hearts to unite In love as much as e're one language might The second Adam should all his restore To the same concord which they had before By nature in the first and not pursue Their Christian Brethren like a Turk or Jew But what a grief 't is to good hearts to see Christians among themselves thus disagree And those for whom Christ spilt his blood life To shed each others blood in lust and strife That those who when they go to sight doe pray To the same God that each may have the day And both doe hope alike in death to be Translated hence to Heavens felicitie Should one another with such fury kill And râ—uch rejoyce each others blood to spill Good Lord how will Heav'n quietly hold those Souls who just now were here such deadly foes If some of either side to Heav'n do come And both to Dutch and English be their home Could Heav'n admit repentance grief and sorrow Find a place there those souls would surely borrow Time from their heav'nly joys this to repent And their unchristian feuds below lament Lament now Christians and leave of your slaughter There 's no bewailing but in Hell hereafter Yet 't is to be bewail'd that such a slood By Christian hands is shed of Christian blood Thus we contend to blood but all the while The holy Spirit grieves and Devils smile All the good Angels too are grieved for 't But your Contention makes the Devils sport And the slain carkases of Christians drest In blood and wounds make Lucifer a Feast And at these broils the Infidels do laugh Christians should weep but yet the most do quaff Such direful deeds just God thou sufferest Sinners for their transgressions to infest In times when blood and wounds make such ado O that our hearts were rightly wounded too And with just grief could bleed as fast as those Poor hearts who have been pierced by their foes Slack Christians slack your fury and employ Your noble Valour for a Victory More worthy praise than any you can gain By numbers of your Christian Brethren slain You Souldiers by Profession are your life A warfare and you must here live in strife But 't is a strife more with your selves than others ' Gainst certain foes and not your Christian brothers The World the Flesh the Devil these are those You must still combate with as mortal foes To your immortal bliss and these will find Tough work enough for the most warlike mind But while with Christian men we do contest We cherish and serve these foes in our brest The World rejoyces Devil takes delight Lusts of the flesh are pleas'd when Christians sight Le ts turn our force then against them and shew What noble acts our Valour there can do The Lord of Hosts our Captain is and will With Armour furnish you courage and skill You need not doubt success at all for he Who fights Gods battails shall have Victorie One lust subdued will you more glory gain Than he whose single Arm an Host hath slain For 't is more honour to o're-come within Our selves our lusts than Cities wall'd to win Great Alexander who subdued all Nations Continued slave still to his lustful Passions Be of good courage then subdue your sin And an eternal Crown and Kingdom win Or if the Warriours spirit can't be laid But it will still in blood and slaughter trade Let Christians valiant and victorious arm Turn to do Turks and Infidels the harm Which now amongst our selves we daily feel And let the Heathen fall upon our Steel There might be rais'd another holy War More truly holy than the first by far Not to get Canaan a Land accurst As well for Jews as Canaanites at first But the insulting Sultan to restrain Who hath so many thousand Christians slain And with his Hundred Thousands oft doth come Pouring destruction into Christendome Forraging wasting all with Fire and Sword Defying and blaspheming Christ our Lord. Leading away such as the Sword doth spare Into a bondage worse than death by far O that all Christian Princes could agree To hamper this Leviathan and free From his outragious Inroades all those Borders Of Christendom where he commits his murders The Asiatick Churches when I think upon Mention'd in Saint John's Revelation Oh how it grieves my heart to think that there
open fields Man loth at last unto Gods Judgments yields Moore-fields with piles of Goods are fill'd and there Their Owners lie abroad in th' open air Thousands who lately went secure to bed Their dainty limbs on Doun or Feather spread In stately Mansions now abroad must lie The Earth their Bed and Heav'n their Canopie And after three days toil trouble and fright Having no ease by day nor rest by night Nor leisure all this time due food to eat Now in the fields may sleep but still want meat Many who late fed on delicious fare Would now skip at a crust though brown it were But hold with horror think I now upon What 's yet forgot the sad condition Of women then in travail and such there As in this time sick weak and dying were For scarce a day revolved but you might Here there of births and deaths each day and night How many sad Benoni's now were born While lab'ring mothers through the streets are born How many frighted Parents now miscarry And travail must at home they may not tarry How many while they in the fields do lie Have pangs of Child-birth and deliverie How many dying persons now expire Breathing their last like Martyrs in the fire Their Souls like Manoah's Angel soaring on The mounting Flames to Heav'ns blest Mansion How many dead have Roman buryal there Their Houses funeral piles wherein they were Now burned and lie buried underneath The ruines of the place where seiz'd by death As when our Saviour in Judea wrought His powerful Miracles they sick folk brought On Beds and Couches to him Even so you Might see them carried forth the City now But with this diff'rence then to him they came For life and health but fly hence for the same These were the sad disasters which the ire Of Heav'n did punish sinners with by fire The Rampant Flames went on victorious still On both hands levelling up to Tower-Hill Approach't as if 't would offer an assault But there receiv'd a blow and made an halt Houses blown up by which a breach was made Prov'd the best Rampart now whereby was staid The fury of this foe and in one hour Gunpowder cool'd his courage sav'd the Tower Is Powder then the way to quench a Flame Strangely begun went on went out this same Stranger Experiment sure ne're hath bin Thus by a blast to save the Magazin But had the fire came on the Tower ta'ne How had that strong and ancient Structure lain Great Britains strength and glory in the dust For want of Ammunition then we must Yield to our foes But God blest be his Name Would not commit the Tower to the Flame Which elsewhere forward went Newgate can't hold This fire it broke the Prison and as bold As ever unto Holborn-Bridge it straid But there through mercy was its fury staid Yet still in Fleetstreet did it wander far E'ven to the Temple but God put a barre There to this lawless fire and here supprest This Tyrants raging force and sav'd the rest For which we ought with thankful hearts to raise To him some Trophies of immortal praise Now he that once gave forth his Law in Flame Would not at once destroy ours by the same Now he that saith from Truth he will not vary Gods mercy was the Temples Sanctuary Had not his mercy now a remnant spar'd Like Sodom and Gomorrah we had far'd The City for the most part ruin'd lies To Gods just vengeance a due Sacrifice But through his mercy just like a fire-brand Out of the burning pluckt the Suburbs stand Their Goods for the most part too and lives he saves Who in their houses might have found their graves But now when I reflect on what 's consum'd How many Churches are themselves inhum'd How many Hospitals are Cripples made How many lofty publick Halls are laid E'ven with the ground my quill in tears I steep My Muse sits down in dropping Verse to weep Now stately Churches in their Graves are laid Altars themselves are Sacrifices made And now old Paul a Martyr is once more And that in England which we must deplore His Temple in the firie Ocean stood Like to some Island but the raging flood Of Flames hath drown'd its glory over-turn'd This wondrous Fabrick wonder how it burn'd The School it self Ignis could not decline The Pulpit could not its own fall divine Yet falling preacht Earths glory is a trance The Organs could not pipe though the Stones dance Paul falls away in 's old age the Saint hath By strange Apostacy now broke his Faith Yet he who when he liv'd wrought many fell Not now 't is said without a Miracle His Altar Clothing Canopie remain'd Untouch't and unconsum'd when the sire reign'd O're all the rest lest some Phanaticks shall Report the bowing that way made him fall But since he now lies buried in Faith My heart hope of his Resurrection hath Where could the Doctor of the Gentiles have Than among learned Books a fitter grave Now some obscure Authors Profane Divine Are brought to light and their names made to shine Some of them said Tempus est edax rerum But this fire proves it self so and doth jeer ' um Were I Poet only no Divine I chiefly might lament the loss of Wine But I care not if it were burned all Too much of this hath made the City fall See how this fire did worldly glory jeere View the Exchange O what a change is here Now from the Steeple of the stately Bow The Bells are shot and run indeed but so That scarcely one of twelve well cast is found All are like water spilt upon the ground You that were wont to make the Ringers sweat Now are your selves in a far greater heat Ringers keep up your bells so we would man But they will fall too fast do what we can Now for the bells men wring their hands to see How the sweet Ring of Cornhil melted bee The Town 's on fire ring the bells backwards all Alas they cannot for they backwards fall For help to save themselves they cannot call How sits the City solitary who Was full of People only full of woe How like a Cottage in a Garden shows Or a storm'd Garrison sack't burnt by foes This ancient City which as stories tell Brute built when Samuel judged Israel And call'd it Troy-novant 't was ominous sure And signified Troy's fate it must endure Lud afterward rebuilt more ample made This City unto Ludgate which 't is said Deriv'd its name from his nay some averre He his name to the City did transferre And changed Troy-novant into Luds-Town Which time hath chang'd to London of renown For age yet beauty strength wealth glory scarce To be paralel'd in the Universe The ancient fear of Kings and royal place Of British Saxon Norman Scottish race And which hath hitherto by age and time Grown but more beautiful than in its prime But not without some alteration true It hath oft
Where sometimes famous Christian Churches were Now Turkish Mosques do stand men adore The Imposture Mahomet where Christ before And those who yet retain a Christian name Have little else of Christ beside the same Their low estate allows no means to gain Such knowledge as is needful to retain Religion pure and perfect Besides must they To this great Turk the tenth child yearly pay The tenth is due O God! to thee alone And must an Infidel thy tribute owne This woe of all their woes is worst to see Their dearest children educated be In blinder Turcism made his Janizars Chief Souldiers against Christians in his Wars When cruel Herod mockt of the Wisemen slew So many Infants he did kindness shew Compared to this Turkish Tyranny For 't is a greater priviledge to die Innocent Martyrs and go hence to glory Than to be train'd up in the cosening story Of Mahomet Poor babes at once must you Be from Christs bosome and your Parents too By Tyrants-force thus miserably torn Better it were you never had been born Let us reflect and think did we now hear The approaching feet of Turkish Officer Entring to take away our darling child Oh what a plight should we be in how wild And quite beside themselves would surely be The tender Mothers of the Infantry Who that their senses have would not desire To see their tender Infants soul expire His brains dasht on the wall before his eyes And how the sprawling Corpse convulsing dies Rather than such should us of them bereave In thraldom and Idolatry to live But who do think on this with pity and Deplores not the sad state of Grecian Land Now then it were a noble enterprise If Christian Princes hearts and Arms would rise To pull down this proud Sultan and restore The Christian Faith where 't flourished before And free afflicted Greece once the Worlds eye From Turkish thraldom and Idolatry And all those Christian souls which yearly come Tribute and Captives from poor Christendome If th' English and Dutch Fleer would both combine T' assist the bold Venetian Worthy of Christian Valour they would make a designe The Vaunting Seigniour with his Gallies quake If throughout all Christendom were more Like those brave Knights of Malta who have swore Destruction to the Turks that would combine Quite to raze out the bloody Ottoman line Then Christendome might flourish and be free From Devastation and Captivitie God grant us Peace at home and send Us Victory abroad and end All Wars 'mong Christian men and cease The Plague his War with men In peace And health grant us to live that we Might still a happy Kingdom be But though the Lord in War on our side stood And gave us Victory for the price of blood Allaying this sore Judgment by success Which in the loss of lives makes grief go less Yet the Plague raging far and nigh destroyes With sweeping slaughter and doth damp our joys This casts my soul into a sad Reflection On the just Vengeance of such dire Infection REFLECTIONS ON THE PESTILENCE JER 9.9 Shall I not visit them for these things saith the Lord Shall not my soul be avenged on such a Nation as this WHen the just God did visit London first Our danger less our fears were at the worst In every place men stood upon their guard And against Citizens kept Watch and Ward Had we done so against our sins before Less had our danger been our safety more But when this dire Destruction still doth last And round about us fearfully doth wast Harden'd by custom we do nothing fear Our dangers greater but who sheds a tear Our hearts are stone were they of marble kind 'T were well marble sometimes we weeping find On the great City of this sinful Land London with wealth and folk abounding and With sin the cause of woe too God first pour'd The brimful Vial of his wrath and showr'd His ireful Judgments There his Angel drew The Sword of Vengeance and that people slew At first by Tens which soon to Hundreds come Then Thousands weekly sent to their long-home The frighted Citizens begin to fly From House and Habitation lest they die They leave their livelyhood to save their life And where they come their coming makes a strife Lest they bring death with them Towns are in arms To keep out Citizens as mortal harms Waggons and Coaches still in every Road Are met with which they and their Goods do load Where they shall shelter find they scarce do know Yet durst not stay at home where e're they go Some who did thure in stately Houses dwell Now gladly creep into a Countrey-cell And others wandering up and down the Fields No Town or Village them admittance yields Thus from the Rod of God poor Sinners fly Not from their Crimes for which they smart die Alas what boots it from the Plague to start And bear with you a worse Plague in your heart Running will not secure you you 're undone Unless you know how from your selves to run Had you your selves forsaken when at home You need not thus about the Countrey roame Had you fled from your Sins before as fast You need not from the Plague have made such hast Had you been just and honest in your Trade To deal uprightly had a Conscience made False weights and measures and deceitful wares the snares False oaths equivocations lies For simple buyers had you never us'd Nor with great prizes Customers amus'd For which i' th' Countrey you a Proverb are You ask say they just like a Londoner Had not your Shops been Dens of such as theive And lie in wait cunningly to deceive Nay oftentimes your cosening with a shew Of honesty and goodness cloaked too No Plague had likely nigh your dwellings come You might securely still have staid at home Had you but kept your Conscience so you might Your Shops with comfort free from deadly fright But when you turn out Conscience first no doubt Gods Judgments after 't justly turn you out And if you e're get home again beware More Plagues in store for Sinners still there are But for a while here they resolve to be Till London shall be from Contagion free But there Contagion is from which I fear You 'le never find the sinful City clean But now le ts think on those who stay behind Distrest in Body and Estate and Mind Who know not where to sly and fear to stay But yet must bear the burthen of the day A wrathful day a dismal time wherein Thousands receive the wages of their sin Some have no Friends to go to nor yet Coin To make them any some the Laws enjoyn To stay and do their Office some presume And others trust no Plague shall them consume But it increases spreads destroyes doth make Such as remain for fear of death to quake Now might you see red Crosses there great store And Lord have mercy upon many a doore The Wardsman standing as if he were
heals The wounded Spirit which compunction feels Before Gods foot-stool therefore prostrate lie Cry guilty Lord confess or else you die Judge and condemn your selves if you would save Your selves with God such only pardon have Relent repent reform and throughly purge Away your sins and God will take his scourge And Plague away with him make but your peace And he will make your VVars with men to cease Or us Victor quench but the flames of lust And he will raise the City from the dust That kindled first Gods wrath and this the flame VVhich sit'd the City of so ancient fame For this bow down before Gods Throne and kneel This fire might melt you if you were all steel Into some godly sorrow lie as low As doth your City and bemone your woe Repent in dust and ashes as that lies And God will make it Phoenix like to rise From Funeral ashes London then shall yee More glorious in its Resurrection see Might this fire be the Cities Purgatory God would restore it with far greater glory Thus if Repentance make our peace with God VVe may believe he 'l throw away his Rod VVithout Repencance Faith presumption is And finds no mercy but when mixt with this It never fails to find and sure ground hath For hope and trust and then indeed 't is faith If we repent it 's the Condition still Imply'd in every Promise that God will Prevent or take away his Judgments but Th' impenitent the door of mercy shut Against themselves and lock themselves in woe Keep then your sorrows or your sins forgoe But if we do repent we then may trust God will forgive us because he is just Then pray in faith with hearty Supplication That God would pardon this our sinful Nation Remove his heavy hand send peace and health Repair our ruines and restore our wealth Go sin no more but henceforth him obey So shall our Kingdom flourish and all they VVho seek its ruine shall confounded be And snar'd in their subtile iniquitie No force nor fraud shall hurt a righteous Cause Manag'd by such as keep th' Almighty's Laws But we oft see the juster cause o'rethrown In sinners hands who hardly God will own The stronger party to the weak a prey When they will not the Lord of Hosts obey If God be for us who can us defeat If he against us where shall we retreat For refuge If we him against us arm Whom all the creatures serve what cannot harm And ruine us The Angels take Gods pay And one of them a mighty Host can slay The Stars in their swift course do slyly fight Gods battels against sinners day and night Clouds are his Canons swift destruction fling By Thunder and their Lightnings vengeance bring By fire on sinful mortals and the wind Brings on its wings oft ruine to mankind The calmer air convey the Pestilence Whereby death steals into us without sense The Earth is iron and the Heav'ns are brass When threatned Famine God will bring to pass Earth once did open and take Rebels in Alive as if it could not bear that sin The Seas do pass their bounds and us o'reflow With mischeif when God bids them further go Frogs Locusts Caterpillars creeping things Will take the Palaces of mighty Kings When God doth arm them and their persons seise And in a Land devour all when God doth please That 's fair and fruitful Even our breath infects Our very dust turns Lice or some Insects To infest sinful men A Fly 't is spoke Ventur'd a Pope infallibly to choke Could he Souls out of Purgatory vote And yet not keep a Fly out of his throat But thus we see when God gives them Commission The feeblest Creatures give us expedition Into another world who God not fears Hath all the world in Arms about his ears While Man his Maker serves he 's Lord of these But when he sins they are his Enemies When we provoke our God where e're we go Each creature looks upon us as a foe God will protect and bless his servants but They who rebel no confidence can put In him Since to believe and not obey Self flatt'ry is no faith henceforth I pray Le ts lay the sure foundation of our trust In purposes to keep his Laws most just Then may we trust he will our Plagues remove And showr down blessings on us from above When we do purpose to endeavour and Do strive to purpose to keep his command Begin a new course then and never cease To walk in Gods ways for his ways are peace And pleasantness to bear Christs yoke delight His yoke is easie and his burthen light To sin is no light thing did it not press Legions of Angels to the bottomless Infernal pit from highest glory hath Not man by weight of sin been prest to death Look upon worldly wealth and count it dross Deny your selves take up your Saviours Cross The worlds crown hath its cross his cross a Crown Her smiles betray more safety's in her frown Give unto Caesar and to God their due Fear God honour the King to both be true Since God is one so let your heart be and Serve him with one heart after his command Think not your wit a better way can find To worship God than what is his own mind Take not his Sacred Name in vain nor swear Profanely but with reverence and fear Mention Gods holy Name in Justice Truth And Judgment when call'd to it take an Oath Observe the holy Times grudge not to spare Some time each day for holy thoughts and pray'r But on the days to worship consecrate Divide not betwixt God and Mammon hate To rob God and your Souls be wholly given To holy Service grudge not one in seven To him that made them all nor yet refuse The Churches holy days as such to use Nor count to pray scarce worth your coming there Since God doth style his House the house of Pray'r Honour your Parents of all sorts and show To Prince and Priest the rev'rence that you owe Their nakedness when spy'd lament and bide And not like Cham discover and deride Hate not your brother have no murtherous thought Remember what dire Vengeance murther brought On Cain and under no pretence be killing Religion cannot justifie blood-spilling Make clean your hearts and keep your bodies free From Fornication and Adulterie They are the Temples of the Lord be sure The holy Spirit hath a mansion pure In you That Dove likes not a cage unclean You 'l be th' unclean Spirits den if obscaene Be just and honest and do no man wrong Nor cheat and cosen with a double tongue Ill gotten goods do not increase your wealth But are the rust that wasts by secret stealth Think not you gain when you a curse do get This is a Canker and will surely fret Accuse thou no man falsely nor defame Thy neighbour tender as thine own his Name The Angel durst not on the Devil rail And shall we
vaunting Belgians come to show Their numerous Navy by constraint did fight Thrice have the braver English made them know Their safety 's best pursu'd by hasty slight Twice their expecting people saw them come As prey before the English hunted home 13. Once when unlucky shot disabled quite Our Gen'rals Ships that they could not pursue They getting home brag'd they beat us out-right But to get home with them is to subdue And a Thanksgiving wisely they observ'd For that so many of them were preserv'd 14. But stay my Muse and on the peaceful shore Behold the martial combates on the Seas Such as no age ere veiwed heretofore Nor will succeeding times see after these Where God pays home ingratitude and pride Giving the Conquest to our juster side 15. His Royal Highness first in Person goes With him the brave Prince Rupert each of these More worth than all the Navy of our foes Whom the bold Opdam did not doubt to seise With what odds fought we them if richest prize Can whet the Valour of our Enemies 16. The Fleets engag'd and a fierce conflict grew The clouds of smoke obscur'd the midday Sun From thund'ring Canons storms of bullets flew Driving out souls while streams of blood do run From shatter'd bodies as sometimes you shall In sudden showres see rain from houses fall 17. The frighted Sun himself i' th' smoke doth shroud And threatens night so soon as day 's begun To do his office from no thundring cloud Lightning breaks forth but from the louder Gun When peaceful Heav'n denies its purer light To mortals rage by their own fire they fight 18. Forth from the deadly Engines sirie womb The sp'rit'ous Peter bursting rends the skies And flaming Sulpher raises foaming scum In boiling Seas the fish in water fries The Earth receiving the report doth quake But all this cannot English spirits shake 19. No wonder they did Deisie of old Their valiant Heroes who undaunted run Into the arms of Death resolv'd and bold For Fame and Honour they no peril shun But dangers which all others dread desie A noble soul 's a kind of Deity 20. But if these Heroes had so great renown Who stood in noiseless war pecking out life With flying Arrows hewing bodies down With Swords to let out souls a sporting strife What honours due to him who never shuns The deaths which flies so thick from roaring Guns 21. Guns whose report strikes fearful hearts with death And more with terror than with blows do slay Whose wind doth snatch from untouch't men their breath And passing by can whistle souls away Here cowards hearts dead in their breasts are found Though coming off at last without a wound 22. Guns whose loud thunder shakes the worlds huge frame Into convulsive fits and seems to threat A sudden dissolution of the same Before the wise Creator thinks it fit Yet among these our Worthies boldly stand With hearts unshaken shaking death by th' hand 23. Neptune rows'd with their noise comes up to see What on the surface of his Kingdom 's done Rising he shakes his head to see that he Cannot be Master of the Seas alone But that two daring Fleets are sighting for 't Without Commission from his watry Court 24. He looks upon them and the Dutch he knows Their Land was stol'n from him all their wealth His Tides bring in if nurselings proves his foes He will recover what they got by stealth He fears them not though valiant in a cup He thinks they cannot drink the Ocean up 25. But on the English casts a jealous eye Seeing them mantled all in fire and smoke He fears they will with him for Empire vie Gazing a while deep silence thus he broke What mean these daring mortals who are these Without my leave thus Lord it on the Seas 26. He spies the Duke and fears that Mars is come To ravish Thetis and to rule at Sea Yet thinks he I will send him whistling home And therefore bids the winds to come away But drawing nearer he beheld the Prince And his mistake with a far kinder sence 27. He smooths his ruffled brow and calms the air Comes mildly on doth thus the Duke salute Accept this Trident O thou fiercely fair And rule at Sea see it is Neptune's sute Let all the winds serve thy design and show To thee what reverence to me they owe. 28. Where e're my Trident's known or rule extends From Sea to Sea where e're my tides do flow And to each River which his tribute sends To me do thou a Conquerour still go Ride Sir in Triumph on the Ocean wide And tame these Hogen Mogens swelling pride 29. He said and on his Sea-green Couch sits down To see the issue of the kindling sight By this his Highness hot and eager grown Diffuses valour as the Sun doth light Till by his raies the English all on fire Make the Dutch Valour soon like smoke expire 30. They fire at greatest distance and the air Not us they beat and make the water fly They hope the noise us a far off will scare For they much fear that we will come too nigh But ours bear bravely up nor spent a shot Till almost certain that they loose it not 31. Now near enough discharged Canons send Pluto a present of Dutch souls who take A sudden leave of sprangling corpse and wend To lower shades over the Stygian lake Who came in hopes as high as Ships on float Now sail to their long home in Charon's Boat 32. When our brave Admiral on lofty deck Stands brandishing his Sword confronting death Whose influence to fear in all gives check And inspires valiant heat by his warm breath Whom as a noble prey Opdam espies And with a daring fierceness at him flies 33. Him others follow all the Duke engage Who life to his and death to their men throws From martial brows which with a smiling rage Strike awful love into his very foes Put five to one is odds yet so he shows His presence counter-vaileth four of those 34. Smith saw the unequal combate and straight flew With wind fill'd canvase wings the Duke to shield Himself between the Duke and Dutch he threw Nor gives them time to choose die flie or yield One broad side given unto Opdam blows Him up and blew away the other foes 35. Now bragging Opdam set in Chair of State As still alive though kill'd before some say With cosening shew his men to animate Sinks down in Triumph leading more the way To Stix and Acheron where such as shall Descend will find him Pluto's Admiral 36. Mean while Prince Rupert doth like lightning fall Among the scattered Squadrons of the Dutch VVhere he finds none makes way like Hanibal Who many fights have seen saw never such With murd'ring broad-sides opening passage wide His dreadful Frigate thorough them doth glide 37 Passing on either side he shares his shot To which Dutch Hulls so weak resistance make That speedy death enters
weep for joy and weeping strive To tell their sights and fears how parted hence Each shot against the Duke did wound the Prince 89. They curse their parting hour but 't is too late Now the Dukes wasted stores the Prince supplies And both next morn resolve to try their fate For night came on but soon their hunting eyes Did catch the breaking day then rowse their men And to the wakened Dutch stood in agen 90. In this one day they three days war repeat As if the Princes presence healed all The wounded men and Ships so nimbly treat The Dutch with Presents of their Powder'd ball That their vast numbers to retreat begin Willing to part stakes since they could not win 91. Night interceded for a truce again Her suit was granted but day calls to fight The maimed Fleets lie lagging on the Main Their chiefest war was now in angry sight Their eyes shot death unweildy Ships could not The Princes Main-yard down by luckless shot 92. The Belgians bless the time and now with-drew In joyful triumph stand for Holland's Coast Our shatter'd Generals could not pursue And this is that great Victory they boast When we not wont such Victories to make Disclaim more right and call it parting stake 93. Now our torn Vessels too are homewards bound For swift repair The Duke displeas'd he brought No Triumph home would touch no English ground Until the Dutch with more success he fought Took no content although he had renown For what he did in all minds but his own 94. The famous name of Monk all Lands adore And though no Monks in England Bishops be The Monk who soundly beat the Dutch before In spite of them shall rule the Brittish Sea He th' honour of three conquer'd Kingdoms bore The honour had three Kingdoms to restore 95. This sight the earnest was of great success Without a Miracle could be no more By which wisemen with hopeless hearts did guess The rest for a new fight was kept in store For if divided us they could not beat How will they stand by our united Fleet. 96. Our careful King with Pers'nal industry Quickens his Carpenters with active hands To sit his Fleet another bout to try Whose double diligence serves his Commands Now the Streights Fleet to joyn come fitly home And others newly of the stocks do come 97. But to maintain the honour they assum'd The hasty Dutch were vap'ring on our shore Now all would think them Victors they presum'd Who dar'd the Enemy at his own dore Nor stayd our yet unready Navy long But soon appear as numerous and strong 98. The boasting Dutch our coming would not stay Nor th' English durst with equal numbers meet Wisely they hoyse their Sails and go away And after them did sail our gallant Fleet Now Courages must fight the numbers even The glory to the Valiant shall be given 99. What ours ne're shun to seek they seek to shun An equal combate on the watry plain Do Victors use from beaten foes to run Leave bragging Belgians for your brags are vain These never will but with advantage fight Nor kindness shew but where they can get by 't 100. Behind their dangerous shallows bold they lie As coward Cocks on their own dunghils crow Ours mind no danger but to battel flie Toss't o're the flats by waves that lofty slow Well overtaken they their foes engage And on their own Coast a fierce battel wage 101. The Generals did like themselves nor can More in their praise be said Allen was brave Holmes as he us'd still plaid the gallant man And Spraggs from Trump himself shall honor have Harman through fire and water glory sought And all the rest there like true English fought 102. The fight was sharp but short nor could be long Where heartless foes so soon did leave the field They will not fight but when they 're much too strong Whose hasty flight did us less glory yield They from the waxing sight so soon withdrew The battel wain'd e're it to fulness grew 103. Now fled to Harbour close to shore they lay Their beaten Vessels where 't was pretty sport To see the Fanfan with de Ruyter play As if a Pigmy went to storm a Fort The Prince and Duke had pleasure there to note De Ruyters Ship fought by their Pleasure Boat 104. While on their Coast as Victors thus we lie Holms Holland's scourge goes on an enterprise And with admir'd success burns in the Uly A numerous Fleet most rich in merchandise Who when winds serv'd would sev'ral wayes have gone But end their Voyage in the Torrid Zone 105. This done he Lands and gives a Town to flames But in this light our fate we did not see Who had a greater soon on this side Thames A fire that quench'd the joy of Victorie Yet prais'd be God who under all our woe Supports our hearts from yielding to our foe 106. See here the vain attempts of mortals care With restless toil for wealth by Sea and Land When Earth Fire Water and the blustring Air Can all devour what we count sure in hand With much less labour we might be more wise If we did trade for Heavens Merchandise 107. Even when the flames our London made their prey Our nimble Fleet was hunting foes at Sea Both French and Dutch were joyned now they say This the brave Prince and Fleet would gladly see At last they have their sought for foes in veiw But her black curtain night betwixt them drew 108. And e're the morn did in the East appear Heav'n as a Mediator rais'd a wind To intercept the sight no Ships could steer A steady course nor place for battel find This storm might Christians furious spirits calm And on its wings for wounds bring healing balm 109. But if Dutch haughty spirits will not yield To Terms may suit our Nations interest Let foes combine God is our Rock and Shield And will the justness of our cause attest By War we seek an honourable Peace Till this may be War may not safely cease 110. Nor shall while England hath or blood or treasure Or Loyal hearts have Votes in Parliament Whose Princes will is their own choice pleasure Assur'd the Nations good is his intent And Loyal London which in ruine lies Rak'd from her ashes raises new supplies 111. Whose fire hath made her Loyaltie to shine Rich to her King even in her low estate Nor doth her bounty to her wealth confine But makes her want supply the needs of State And will convince both France Holland's Fleets Her Spirit is not fallen with her Streets 112. Her Courage and her Patience both are try'd By fire and do illustrious appear With greater Patience none can loss abide Or with more courage far less crosses bear Laid low her foes to trample on her think But neither fire nor water make her shrink 113. Relenting Heav'n who hath us soundly scourg'd These Vertues pledge of better times doth give And