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A43177	The Red-Sea, or, The description of a most horrid, bloody, and never yet paralel'd sea-fight between the English & Dutch with an elegy on that truly valiant and renowned commander, Sir Christopher Minnes, who died in the bed of honour, in defence of his king and countrey / by R.H.	Head, Richard, 1637?-1686?	1666 (1666)	Wing H1275; ESTC R21634	4,454	10

he can hardly curb His madding Pages when they raging muster To quarrel with the Waves or whistling bluster Among the well-set Trees and branched Boughs Singing through chinks of some decayed house Nor stern Orion with his stormy Light Apalling Sea-men doth so much affright Their soon moov'd Sea as did this Battles noise Which Neptune answer'd with his bellowing Voice Who as the Fleets made nearer to the strand With tumbling haste ran frighted up the Sand That had not bounds restrain'd his Element His watry Veil had cloath'd the Continent The tender Nymphs who with their silver Feet Use on the Plains o' th crisped Sea to meer Where tripping prettily they 'r wont to dance Themselves into a heavenly slumbring trance Of sweet repose at these inhumane shocks With hair all torn creep into th' hollow Rocks Where shrouded they to meditate began No Rock so flinty as the Heart of Man Ships now began to burn that one might see Neptunes and Vulcans consanguinity The quaking Ships with Thundering Guns are rent Whose wounded Sides the goared Streams do vent Of Dead and Wounded Men who lay therein As if they had their Beires or Coffins been They that would have a Mare Liberum Instead thereof gain Mare Mortuum Their Tacklings Sails and Cables now do burn And Fire casts Anchors never to return Thus did th' inhumane Battles fury rage Nor could the Sea th' increasing Flames asswage Fire now and Water did not each contend But seem'd their Powers so mutually to lend That you might see there many men became Burnt in the Sea and Drowned in the Flame This one good hap to Karkases did fall They 'd fire to burn them at their Funeral The mangled Ships nor fearing to be drentht Gladly take Breeches thereby to be quencht Thus much in general I cannot chuse But on particulars employ my Muse As the wise Pilot watchfully doth minde To husband all th' advantages of Winde Comes an unruly Shot and him doth force To certain Death change his uncertain course The Master ranging up and down the Deck And Wounded mortally to him doth beck His Mate who hasting to his aid in vain Is there together with the Master slain And having finish'd thus his lost lifes date Doth truly prove himself the Masters Mate The Trumpeter with smart reviving sound Quickning their dying Hearts falls to the ground Thinking to sound one life-infusing bout His own Dead March he made it Eccho out And having lent his Trumpet so much breath In 's life it turn'd him some again in 's Death The Drummer with his nimble Hand repeating His doubl'd Blows without compassion beating His harmless Drum which seem'd with groaning cry To murmur at his Masters cruelty Immediately tvvo Bullets rudely come Tearing both Skin of Drummer and of Drum Drummer of Life of Sound the Drum 's bereft So Drum and Drummer both are speechless left Here comes a Captain vvith undaunted Face Incouraging the Souldiers to the Chace And being about to say be brave be bold An untought ill-bred Bullet bids him hold This Leader faithful to his utmost breath Can only novv lead's men the vvay to Death Some under hatches closed in despair Mount up their Foes vvith Povvder in the Air Giving to them a strange unvvonted Death Who having Aire too much yet vvanted breath It seemeth yet that they no Damage meant 'um Who the next vvay up into Heaven sent'um These Men vvho chanced in the Ship to fall The cruel Sea vvas made their Burial And to the Waves vvithout remorse vvere throvvn Slain by their Foes and Drovvned by their ovvn Some fearing Fire into the Sea do fly And so for fear of Death fear not to dye See tvvo vvhich stoutly grapple striving vvhether Should overcome both fall i' th Sea together Imbracing both till they have lost their breath And seem though Foes in Life yet Friends in Death Tvvo Brothers slain as they together stood One then might svvear they vvere allied in Blood See a poor man vvith both Arms cut asunder Distracted leap't into the VVater under Meaning to svvim but see the vvoful VVretch VVith hovv much toil he laboureth to stretch His ravv Vein'd Stumps and catch to save his life Some kinde remain o' th Ship but all his strife Doth make him sooner to be out of breath And wanting Arms he yet imbraceth Death One getteth this by having lost his eyes In that he cannot see his miseries Anothers Legs are gone that vvho him sees Might think he did beg mercy on his knees VVhat refuge novv is left vvhen if they shun The approaching Svvord into the fire they run Shunning the Fire they into VVater fall So no vvay vvants a certain Funeral Thus after strange unheard of sort they ly And Death by many Deaths makes many dye The mangled Ships no longer can vvithstand Th'intruding Sea and Mars his fiery brand Some Fled some Sunk the rest amazed stood Finding instead of Sea a Sea of Blood On that Truly Worthy and approvedly Valiant Commander Sir CHRISTOPHER MINNS Knight lately Deceased Compel your Tears like to his Foes to fall Helping to waft him to his Funeral Remember what he did let that excite In all men Courage to gain Fame by Fight Such was his Valour not o' th Furious Strain The Hand that struck did first consult the Brain Often encompass'd round he Victor stood Painting the Decks with his pure conquering Blood He though alone no succor need to crave Eager t' Obtain a Victory or Grave Regarding less his own then Countreyes good Maintaining it to the last drop of Blood I cann't Write more for grief my blubber'd Eye Nill's the enlarging of his Elegy Nevertheless I thinking on his Name Shall his due Praise perpetually proclaim Licensed June 12. 1666.

The RED-SEA OR THE DESCRIPTION Of a most Horrid Bloody and never yet paralel'd SEA-FIGHT BETWEEN THE ENGLISH DUTCH With an Elegy on that truly Valiant and Renowned Commander Sir Christopher Minnes Who died in the Bed of Honour in defence of his King and Countrey By R.H. LONDON Printed by Peter Lillicrap and are to be sold at the Princes Arms in Chancery Lane 1666. To my truly worthy and ingenious Friend Mr. Richard Vvedale SIR THat nought can judge of Wit but Wit 't is true Wherefore these Lines I Dedicate to Tou. My Subject's Valour which therein is shown Valour and Wit are Properties You own Wherefore I hope You will accept these Rimes Since Wit and Valour are Your onely Crimes Your most Affectionate Friend and Servant R. H. The RED-SEA Or a Description of a most Horrid and Bloody Sea-Fight between the English and Dutch SOL well nigh swelter'd in his fiery team Hastned to cool himself ●'th ' Western stream When there appear'd two large prodigious Woods Which strove to meet floating upon the Floods The Sun did hereupon more swiftly fly Frighted to see this Sea-bred-Prodigie At whose approach the curled Billows roar And as it comes fearfully roll before The silent Fish presaging future blood Against their kind ran frighted in the mud And had they Wings would from the Sea have broken And but for churlish Nature would have spoken To manifest their fear yet what they might In sholes they fled to shun the dreadful sight The Oceans King feeling such weight on 's back With leaning on his Trident made it crack Had it not been immoveable they say The Earth this time would fain have fled away Which with the Shore so trembled you 'd have said Fear not inclosed Winds this Earth-quake made These stately Ships were throng'd with Noble Spirits Whose onely aim was by their lofty merits To out-live Fate and for their Countries good Think it their glory to pour forth their blood These gallant Souls were all devote to give Their own lives that their Countrey-men may live Here then observe which you may frequent try The worthi'st man most willing is to die Our Admiral breaths forth a stout All-arme The adverse Fleet Echo'd rebounding Arm. Thus at the Gen'rals voice the vulgar sort To their assigned stations resort With quick confused hast the tumult 's led And speed by too much speed is hindered One might have thought the Battel was begun To see how Neptune first was thorough run Now as with proud advance they nearer came Those beasts which gave the Sail-rul'd-Vessels name With an aspect more grim then is their life Made all their speed to make then end the strife So fiercely they came on as if from thence They meant to move their painted residence Now bravely did the General exhort His men to courage though his speech was short To this or like effect Courage Brave souls and that is all I pray Strength cannot want where courage leads the way But what need I th' undaunted hearts excite Of them whose eyes me thinks already Fight Look as you do and you shall never need Weapons or hands to make your Foes to bleed Your looks shall strike them dead your Warlike sight Shall put your fearful Enemies to flight What ere you aime at here before you lie Honor Revenge Spoil Riches Victory Which if they move not see your Native Land Your Nurse your Mother see how she doth stand A far to mark which of you best shall render His duty striving who shall best defend her If you don't fight your Foes won't mercy have If you won't fight the Sea will prove your Grave Or else by Justice domb'd to die then on And let not this cold Element whereon You are to fight quench those couragious Flames Which burn in every manly breast that aimes At Immortality Fight and the Oceans bound Nay farthest Thule with your fame shall sound The Sun himself when he at night shall presse This way will go and tell the Antipodes What acts he saw Nor yet of aid despaire The Wind and Sea if need shall ask will spare The chiefest help which they possesse to you All Fish prove Sword Fish fighting for our due No longer will the time with us dispence What my speech wants my Sword shall recompence Now did th' amazing signes of Battle sound Making the Lands remote and Rocks rebound The shrill voic'd Trumpet and couragious Drum In ratling Language bid the Foes to come Deaths horrid Vizard now begins t' appear In their pale faces terrour gastly fear In their amazed hearts doth panting rise And future blood bathes in their fiery eyes Apelles present here or one so skill'd Might have drawn Pictures hence that would have kill'd The thund'ring Ord'nance now began to rent The frighted Aire the Flames before it sent Seem lightning and as deadly Bullets fly Prodigious Hail seem to powre down the Sky Nilus ne're roared so much when with a shock Headlong doth tumble from the towring Rock Making the people on the neighbouring Shelves That hearing him they cannot hear themselves Thus the Fights noise made many a man to fall In roaring Death a silent Funeral Alas those Elements which use t' uphold Our crasie Lives with their due heat and cold Making compleat our Bodies constitution Strive now to cause its utter dissolution Who viewing this would not have thought't a wonder That without Rain Winde Lightning Hail or Thunder Or hidden Shelves or Rocks Sea ambusht back Or any Tempest Ships should suffer wrack That one might here have term'd it chuse you whether A stormy Calm or Calm Tempestuous Weather But now each Fleet each Ship with hopeful pride Clash altogether furious side to side Their tired senses labour'd in such wise That they grew dull with too much Exercise Their troubled eyes viewing such ghastly sights Wish't that sad darkness cancell'd all their lights The horrid noise the Battle made was such Hearing heard nothing ' cause it heard so much Such a confusion racks their senses here They 'd reason now to wish they sensless were Now Death in purple stands upon the hatches With pale and grisely looks see how he snatches Hundreds of men at once and stops their Breath Till that grim Death grew vveary novv of Death See on the Sea hovv thousand Bodies float From their Great Ships hasting to Charons Boat Which crabbed Skuller now might think it meet His old torn Bout should be nevv chang'd a Fleet. The tumults noise pierc't the blevv arched Sky The crystal Aire fill'd vvith a deadly cry Only in this was blest as Blows abounded It could be ever Cut yet never Wounded Th● silent Earth glad that she was debarr'd From this sad sight yet inwardly was heard The dreadful Guns rebounding oft to moan And Eccho made her yield a hollow groan But this thing chiefly made her most to rave That to her due the Sea should prove a Grave Never did strong breath'd Eolus disturb The Sea so much when