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A52147	The second and third advice to a painter, for drawing the history of our navall actions, the two last years, 1665 and 1666 in answer to Mr. Waller.	Denham, John, Sir, 1615-1669.; Marvell, Andrew, 1621-1678.	1667 (1667)	Wing M887A; Wing S2258; ESTC R16129	13,196	36

France And hopes he now hath business shap'd power T' out ●as● his life or ours and scape the Tower And that he yet may see e're he went down His dear Clarinda circled in a Crown By this time both the Fleets in reach dispute And each the other mortally Salute Draw pensive Neptune biting of his thumbs To think himself a Slave who e're o're comes And frighted Nymphs retreating to the Rocks Beating their blue breasts tearing their green locks Paint Ecchoes slain only the alternate sound From the repeating Cannon doth rebound Opdam sails up mounted on his Naval throne Assuming Courage greater then his own Makes to the Duke and threatens him from far To nail himself to 's Board like a Petar But in this vain attempt takes fire too soon And flies up in his Ship to catch the Moon Mounsiers like Rockets mount aloft and crack In thousand sparks then prancingly fall back Yet e're this hapned Destiny allow'd Him his Revenge to make his Death more proud A fatal Bullet from his side did range And battered Lawson Ah! too dear exchange He led our Fleet that day too short a space But lost his Knee died since in honours Race Lawson whose Valour beyound Fate doth go Doth still fight Opdam in the shades helow The Duke himself though Pen did not forget Yet was not out of Dangers random set Falmouth was there I know not what to act Unless it was to grow Duke by Contract An un-taught Bullet in its wanton scope Quashes him all to pieces and his hope Such as his Rise such was his Fall unprais'd A chance-shot sooner took then chance him rais'd His shatter'd head the fearless Duke disdains Which gave the last first proof that he had brains Berkley had heard it soon and thought not good To venter more of Royal Hardings blood To be immortal he was not of Age And did even now the Indian prize presage But judg'd it safe and decent cost what cost To loose the Day since his drar Brother 's lost With his whole Squadron straight away he bore And like good Boy promis'd to fight no more The Dutch Aurania careless at Us fail'd And promised to do what Opdam fail'd Smith to the Duke doth intercept her way And cleaves there closer then the Re-mo-ra The Captain wonder'd and withall disdain'd So strongly by a thing so small to be detain'd And in a raging bravery to him runs They stab'd their Ships with one anothers Guns They fight so neer it seems to be on ground And even Bullets meeting Bullets wound The noise the smoak the sweat the fire the blood Is not to be exprest nor understood Each Captain from the quarter Deck Commands They wave their bright Swords glittering in their hands All luxury of war all Man can do In a Sea-fight did pass between them two But one must conquer who so e're does Fight Smith took the Gyant and is since made Knight Marlborow who knew dar'd no more then All Falls undistinguish'd by an Iron-Ball Dear Lord but born under a Star ungrate No soul so clear nor none more gloomy fate Who would set up Wars trade that means to thrive Death picks the Valliant out Cowards survive What the brave merrit the Impudent do vaunt And none's rewarded but the Sicophant Hence all his life-life-time he 'gainst Fortune fenc'd Or not well known or not well recompenc'd But envy not this praise to 's Memory None more prepar'd and none less fit to dye Rupert did others and himself excell Holmes Tiddiman Minns bravely Sanson fell What Others did let none omitted blame I shall record who e're brings in his name But unless after stories disagree Nine only came to fight the rest to see Now all conspire unto the Dutchmens loss The wind the fire Wee They themselves do cross When a sweet sleep the Duke began to drown And with soft Diadems his Temples crown But first he orders all besides himself to watch That they the Foe whilst he a Nap shu'd catch But Brunker by a secreter instinct Slept not nor needs hee he all day had wink'd The Duke in Bed he then first draws his Steel Whose Vertue makes the misled Compass reel So er'e he wakes both Fleets are inocent And Brunker Member is of Parliament And now dear Painter after pains like those 'T were time that thou and I too should repose But all our Navy scape so sound of Limb That a small space serv'd to Refresh its Trim And a tame Fleet of theirs do Convoy want Laden with both the Indies and Levant Paint but this one Scene more the worlds our own The Halcion Sandwich doth Command alone To Bergen now with better Maw we hast And the sweet spoiles in hope already taste Though Clifford in the Caracter appears Of Super Cargo to our Fleet and Theirs Wearing a Signet ready to clap on And ceaze on all for 's Master Arlington Ruiter whose little Sqadron skimes the Seas And wasteth our remotest Collonies With Ships all soul return upon our way Sandwich would not disperse nor yet delay And therefore like Commander Grave and Wife To escape his sight and fight shuts both his eyes And for more state and sureness Curtins drew He the left eye closes the right Mountegue And even Clifford proffer'd in his Zeal To make all sure to apply to both his Seal Vlisses so till he the Cyrens past Would by his Mates be Pinnioned to the Mast. Now can our Navy view the wish'd for Port But there to see the fortune was a Fort. Sandwich would not be beaten nor yet beat Fools only fight the Prudent use to Treat His Conzen Mountegue by Court disaster Dwingled into a wooden Horses Master To speak of Peace seeem'd unto all most proper Had Talbot there treated of nought but Copper What are Forts when void of Ammunition With friend or foe what would we more condition Yet we three days till the ' Dutch furnish'd all Men Money Cannon Powder treat with Wall Then Tiddy finding that the Dane would not Sends in six Captains bravely to be shot And Mountague though drest like any Bride Though Aboard him too was reacht and died Sad was this chance and yet a deeper care Wrinckled our Membrains under forehead fair The Dutch Armado yet had impudence To put to Sea to waft their Merchants thence For as if all their Ships of Walnuts were The more we beat them still the more they bear But a good Pilot and favouring wind Brings Sandwich back and once again doth blind Now gentle Painter e're we leap on shore With thy last strokes ruffle a Tempest o're As if in our approach the Winds and Seas Would undertake the Dutch whilst we take ease The Seas their spoils within our Hatches throw The Wind both Fleets into our mouths did blow Strew'd all their Ships along the Coast by ours As easie to be gathered up as Flowers But Sandwitch fears for Marchants to mistake A man of War amongst these Flowers a Snake Two

to fight And imps his Plumes the best he may for flight This Painter were an noble task to tell What indignation his great breast did swell Not vertuous men unworthily abus'd Not constant Lovers without cause refus'd Not honest Merch●●r broke Not skilful Player Hist off the Stage Not Sinner in despair Not loosing Rooks Not Favourites disgrac'd Not Rump by ' Oliver or Menck displac'd Not Kings depos'd Nor Prelats when they dye Feel half the rage of Generals when they flie Ah! rather then transmit our scorn to Fame Draw Curtains gentle Artist o're the shame Cashier the memory of Dutel raised up To taste instead of death his Highness Cup And if the thing were true yet paint it not How Berkley as he long deserv'd was shot Though others that survai'd the corps too clear Say onely he was putrifi'd with fear And the hard Statue Mummied without Gumme Might the Dutch Balm have ipar'd an English tomb But if thou wilt paint Minns turn'd all to soul And the great Harman charkt almost to cole And Iordan old thy Pencils worthy pain Who all the way held up the Dukal-train But in a dark cloud cover Ascough when He quit the Prince t'imbarque in Lovesteain And wounded Ships which we immortal boast Now first led Captive to an hostile coast But must with Story of the Hand or Thumb Conceal as Honour would his Graces Bum When the rude bullet a large collop tore Out of that buttock never turn'd before Fortune it seems would give him by that lash Gentle correction for his fight so rash But should the Rump perceiv 't they 'd say that Mars Had now reveng'd them upon Aumar●s Arse The long disaster better o're to vail Paint only Jonas three dayes in the Whale Then draw the youthful Perseus all in haste From a Sea-beast to free a Virgin chaste But neither riding Pegasus for speed Nor with the Gorgon shielded at his need For no less time did conquering Ruyter chaw Our flying Gen'ral in his spungy Jaw So Rupert the Sea-Dragon did invade But to save George himself and not the Maid And so arriving safe he quickly mist Even Sails to fly not able to resist Not Greenland Seamen that survive the fright Of the cold Chaos and a half-years night So gladly the returning Sun adore Or run to spy their next years Fleet from shore Hoping yet once within the Oily side Of the fat Whale again their spears to hide Or our glad Fleet with universal shout Salute the Prince and wish the other bout Nor Winds long Pris'ners in Earths hollow vault The fallow Seas so eagerly assault As fiery Rupert with revengeful joy Does on the ' Dutch his hungry courage cloy But soon unrigg'd lay like a useless board As wounded in the wrist Men drop the sword When a propitious Cloud hetwixt us stept And in our Aid did Ruyter intercept Old Homer yet did never introduce To save his Heroes mist of better use Worship the Sun who dwells where he does rise This Mist doth more deserve our Sacrifice Now joyful fires and the exalted Bell With Court Gazets our empty Triumphs tell Alas the time dr●ws near when over-turn'd The lying Bells will through the tongue be burn'd Paper shall want to Print that Lye of State And our false fires true fires shall explate Stay Painter here a while and I will stay Not vex the future times with nice survey Seest not the Monkey Dutchess all undrest Paint thou but her and she will Paint the rest The sad fate found her in her outward Room Nailing up Hanging not of Persian Loom Like chast Penelope that ne'r did rome But made all fine against her George came home Upon a Ladder in a Coat much shorter She stood with Groom and Porter for supporter And careless what they saw or what they thought With Honi Pensi honestly she wrought For in she Gen'rals breech none could she knows Carry away the piece with Eyes or Nose One Tenter drove to loose no time or place At once the Ladder they remove and grace Whilst thus they her translate from North to East In posture of a foul-footed Beast She heard the News but altered yet no more Then that which was behind she turn'd before Nor would come down but with a Handkercher Which pocket foul did to her Neck prefer She dry'd no tears for she was so Viraginous But only snuffling her Trunk Cartilaginous From Scaleing-ladder she begun a Story Worthy to think on as Memento Mori Arraigning past and present and futuri With a Prophetick if not Spirit fury Her Hair began to creep her Belly sound Her Eyes to startle with her Udder bound Half Witch half Prophet thus she Albemarle Like Presbyterian Sibel out did snarl Traytors both to my Lord and to the King Nay now it grows beyond all suffering One valiant man at Land and he must be Commanded out to stop their Leaks at Sea Yet send him Rupert as a helper meet First the Command dividing then the Fleet. One may may if they be beat or both be hit But if they overcome yet honours split But Reckoning George already knockt o' th' head They cut him out like Beef e're he be dead Each for a Quarter hopes the first doth skip But shall fall short though at the Generalship Next they for Master of the Horse agree A third the Cock-pit begs not any me But they shall know I marry shall they do That who the Cock-pit has shall have me too I told George first as Calamy told me If the King these brought over thus 't would be Men that have pickt his pocket to his face To sell Intelligence or buy a Place That their Religion pawn'd for Cloaths nor care 'Tas ●un so long now to redeem 't or dare Oh! what egregious Loyalty to Cheat Oh! what fidelity it was to eat Whilst Langdale Hopton Glenham starv'd abroad And here true Loyalists sunk beneath their load Men that did there affront defame betray The King and do so here now who but they What say I men nay rather monsters men Only in bed nor to my knowledge then See how they home return with Revel Rout With the same measure that they first went out No better grown nor wiser all this while Renew the causes of their first Exile As is to shew you Fools what 't is I mean I chuse a foul smock when I might have clean First they for fear disband the Army tame And leave good George an empty Generals name Next Bishops must revive and all unfix With discontents for contents twenty six The Lords House drains the Houses of the Lord For Bishops voices silencing the Word O Bartholmew Saint of their Callender What 's worse their ejection or their massacre Then Culp'per Glocester e're the Princess dy'd Nothing can live that interrupts a Hide O more then humane Glocester Fate did shew Thee to the Earth and back again with-drew Then the fat Scrivener durst begin to think 'T was time to mix