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Concordia rara fonorum, or A poem upon the late fight at sea, between the two great fleets of England and Holland. By I.D. Esq;
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I. D.
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1653
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Wing D25; Thomason E689_31; ESTC R206980
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to Hell Might have seene weary sweating Charon swell In fervent labour with his mossy oares Tugging pale shadowes to th' o're-swarm'd shoares Which on the Bankes as they lamenting crept VVailing Cocytus in compassion wept Acheron flow'd with griefe and as they say Lethe her selfe will ne're forget this day The furies whin'd by Plutoes judgment cast VVho sweare their rage was farre by men surpast One coming here might tired Clotho spy How she could scarce her weary armes apply To turne the wheele and Lachesis repine VVho sware she could not threads of mortals twine So fast as they were cut you might have seene Atropos raging with remorcelesse teen And seeking each where for some greety Stone To whether Sheers whose edge was dulled growne VVith too much cutting of their fatall thread VVhose haplesse lives this gastfull Battell shed Fire now and water did not each contend But seeme their power so mutually to lend That at this time there many a one became Burnt in the Sea and drowned in the flame This one good hap to carkasses did fall Th' had fire to burn 'em at their funerall The mangled Ships not fearing to be drench'd Gladly take breaches thereby to be quench'd The industrious Pilot sitting at the stern Where in a little Card he can discern The vast uncertainty of Neptunes haunt Ruling swift Ships by powerfull Adamant Here as he sits retir'd and watchfull minds The frequent change of two and thirty winds Comes an unruly shot and him doth force To certain death change his uncertain course So he that wont stern blasts in truce to bind Could not foresee when he should loose his wind From stormes and mists of death he could not free Himselfe who wont the tempests curb but he Who bearding Neptune us'd on the Ocean float Is now controld in Charons little Boat The Master ranging up and down the Deck And wounded mortally to him doth beck His Mate who hasting to his aide in vaine Is there together with the Master slaine And at once ended with him his lives date Proving himselfe truly the Masters Mate The Trumpeter with brave reviving sound Quickning their dying hearts is feld to th' ground And as in 's mouth he still the brasse did weild His dying breath made it a dead march yeild And having lent his Trumpet so much breath In 's life it turn'd him some againe at 's death The Drummer with his nimble hand repeating His doubled blows without compassion beating His harmeles Drum which seemd with groaning cry To murmure at his Masters cruelty o th' sudden two rash 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 speechlesse left The Gunner as with nimble hast he runs To fire his seldome vaine-reporting Gunns His head a leaden winged bullet hits And his hard braine pan into peeces splits He of a thousand this alone might vaunt That of his death he was not ignorant And this true Riddle might of him abide He lived once by 's death by 's life now dy'd Here comes a Captaine with undaunted face Encouraging his Souldiers to the Chase And being about to say he brave and bold An untaught bullet rudely bids him hold And as deaths mist in his dull eyes did wander Beseeching aide he left to be Commander And hee whose voice from fainting thought to call them By 's dying groane doth fearfully appall them This Leader faithfull to his utmost breath Can onely now lead them the way to Death See how to steale the waving Flag one climbes Vp by the Cords but being espied betimes Tangled i th' ropes he is of life bereft And so is hang'd for his intended theft But the cords burnt wherein his legs were bound He gets a Pyrats death both hang'd and drown'd Some under hatches closed in despaire Mounâ— up their foes with powder into the aire Which done it seem'd a strange prodigious sight A troup of armed men to maske the light It seemed yet that they no damage meant them Who the next way up into Heaven sent them Making them flie beyond Daedalian skill In the vast aire without a winged quill Giving to them a strange unwonted death Who having aire too much yet wanted breath See see the lot of sad mortality Our chiefest helps help oft to misery Some men who came secure from future harmes Enroll'd in well-prov'd steely-cloathed armes Fall by mischance into the Seas dire hand Whence being unarm'd they might have swom to land Their armes do sinck and without mercy end them So kil'd by that which chiefly should defend them One with his Musket ready to give fire Aimes at another adverse Musketteere But his Match missing flire hee 's forc'd to dye By the others Matches true fidelity By which he dy'd can scarcely well be knowne Whether by the others Musket or his owne See there a Coward wanting heart t' abide The daunting face of the feirce adverse side Slinketh behinde the netx not caring whether Comes a mad shot and kills them both together One seeing now his side begin to faile Shewes them their Colours while himselfe looks pale Sure by this man some Omen ill was showne To keep their Colours who could loose his owne Those men who chanced in the Ship to fall The cruell Sea was made their Buriall And into th' Waves without remorse were throwne Poor men slain by their foes drown'd by their owne A Fisher-man who nigh them cut the maine Sitting in 's Boat was with a Bullet slaine And the Barque fir'd wherein he dead did fall Which gratis burnt gave him his Funeral True to thy Master kinde boat who with him Didst oft in life and now in death dost swim With him alive in water that didst tire Thy wave-beat sides dy'st now with him in fire Yet saile with him to Elysium saile the faster In Charons stead that thou maist waft thy Master Strange boat which thus we not amisse may call His life death Charon and his Funerall One fearing death doth feigne to dye and bleed And while he is in feigning dyes indeed Another fearing Swords to th' Sea doth flye And so for feare of death feares not to dye Some fall into the Ocean stain'd with goare Which from their former wounds had gush'd before Which kil'd not them as it from them was spil'd But entring into them againe they 're kil'd Here 's one about to strike his foe doth fall Into the Sea before he can recall His erring stroke striking the Sea to stay him The Ocean in revenge o th' blow doth slay him Another being about to strike his foe Looseth at once his arme and threatning blow His left arme shivering reacheth at the other But cut in twaine lies with its equall brother Both joyn'd though both divided as in spight Of death they meant to part their last good night By shaking hands the miserable trunke As loath to part fainting upon them sunke One seeing them together thus might say There a whole body all in peices lay See two with sturdy grapple striving whether Should overcome both fall i th' sea together Embracing both till they have lost their breath And seem though foes in life yet friends in death Two brothers slaine as they together stood One then might swear they were allied in blood Other two who so nigh resembling were A lov'd mistake unto the Parents deare Cruell death sever'd them and that one left Poore Parents knew of Errour now bereft He left eternall cause of griefe renewes Who still alive still his dead brother shewes And yet to them this comfort still he gives Th' one cannot dye so long as th' other lives The wounded Souldiers now that all else failes To stop their wounds do teare their wofull sailes Poore men who after they were overthrowne Had torne those wings whereby they might have flowne One with his bleeding ready to expire Thinkes with his blood to quench the Ship on fire And so in midst of flames he bleeding stands Tearing new wounds with his kind-cruell hands And griev'd to see his blood so little profit He oft addes teares to helpe the quenching of it Till at last fainting he is faine to fall Into the Sea which made his Funerall And bleeding in it from each mangled limbe He quenched it and it extinguish'd him See a poore Mar'ner both armes cut asunder Distracted leaps into the water under Meaning to swim but see the wofull wretch With how much toile he laboureth to stretch His raw-vein'd stumps which for his armes before Gush nothing now but streames of deadly goare Faine would he catch t' uphold his wavering life Some kinde remaine o' th' Ship but all his strife Doth make him sooner to be out of breath And wanting armes he yet embraceth death One getteth this by having lost his eyes In that he cannot see his miseries Anothers legs are gone that who him sees Might think he did beg pardon on his knees What refuge now is left when if they shun Th' approaching sword into the fire they run Shunning the fire they into water fall So no way wants a certaine Funerall Thus after strange unheard of sort they lye And death by many deaths makes one man dye The mangled Ships no longer can withstand Th' intruding Sea and Mars his fiery brand But sinking downward one might then have thought Them gon t' help Charon to waft ore his fraught Thus seven full houres the Sun endur'd to see Nor longer would such inhumanitie Therefore his Horses bathing in their foame With posting speed hast to their watry home Where yet a while they all amazed stood Finding instead of Sea a Sea of blood Hor. 2. od 13. Sed magis Pugnas exactos tyrannos Densum humeris bibit aure vulgus Quid mirum uhi illis carminibus stupens Demittit atras bellua centiceps Aures intorti capillis Eumenidum recreantur angues FINIS
Sea to raise tempestuous weather To call for aid here stands as much in stead As in that place where from a doubtfull head The seven-mouthd Nilus with a desperate shock Headlong doth tumble from the amazed 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 An inconsider'd silent funerall Alasse these Elements which use t' uphold Our crazy lives with their just heat and cold Making compact our bodies constitution Strive now to cause its utter dissolution The quick and peircing fire as it doth burn Their wofull carkasses doth freezing turn Their minds to quaking fear and I hill dispaire The liquid flitting and all-searching aire Admits remorselesse shot and murthring darts Denying breath at last to cool their hearts The theevish water though it ran away With subtle shifts did notwithstanding slay And swallow most with a devouring flood Onely poor Earth stark still astonishd stood Who viewing this would not have thought a wonder That without rain winde lightning hail or thunder Or hidden shelves or Rocks sea-ambusht back Or any tempests Ships should suffer wrack That one might here have term'd it choose you whether A stormy-calme or calme-tempestuous weather But now each Fleet each Ship with hopeful pride Clash altogether furious side to side Men now with men contend and Ships with Ships One body ' gainst another here one skips Into his enemies Deck but beaten back He leaps to 's owne of which if so he lack He falls i th' Sea much like a wave whose head By urging winds unto the shore is lead And thence by brest of the oft-drowned shoare Taking a blunt repulse for spite doth roare And staggering runs back and is this all Ambition aimes at in the way to fall Their tired senses labour'd in such wise As they grew dull with too much excercise Their troubled eyes viewing such ghastlie sights Wish'd that sad darknesse canceld all their lights That horrid noise the battell made was such Hearing heard nothing ' cause it heard so much Tast is of death ranck blood pollutes the smell What feeling felt they all did feel too well Such a confusion racks their senses here Th' had reason now to wish they senslesse were Grim death in purple stalks upon the hatches With pale and greisly looks see how he snatches Hundreds at once unto him till the dreary Lean-fac'd ill-favourd death of death grew weary See on the Sea how thousand bodies float From their great Ships hasting to Charons Boat Which crabbed Skuller now doth think it meet His old torn Boat should be new changd a Fleet. The tumults noise peirc'd the blew arched Skie The Christall aire stild with a deadly cry Onely in this was blest as blowes abounded It could be ever cut yet never wounded The silent earth glad that shee was debard From this sad sight yet inwardly was heard The dreadfull strokes rebounding loud to mone And Eccho made her yeeld a hollow grone But this cause cheifly made her most to rave That to her due the Sea should prove a grave Never did strong-breath'd Aeolus disturbe The Sea so much when he can hardly curb His madding Pages when they raging muster To quarrell with the waves or whistling bluster Among the well-set trees and branched boughs Singing through chinks of some decayed house Nor sterne Orion with his stormy light Appalling Shipmen doth so much afright The soon-mov'd Sea as did this battels noise Which Neptune answerd with his bellowing voice Who as the Fleet urg'd neerer to the strand With tumbling pace ran frighted up the sand That had not bounds restrain'd his element His watery vaile had cloath'd the Continent The fearfull winds on the Ocean durst not rome But lest they should be smother'd kept at home And there sate sighing Clouds their rain doe keep Though ready at the battels sight to weep Lest their pure drops with gore-blood should be stain'd So that no winds blew nor from Heaven it rain'd Marvell not yet at tempests on the flood So many tears stream'd and such streams of blood Nor without winds are waves to be admir'd So many groans and dying breaths expir'd The Oceans skaly silent wandring nation Seeing pale armed troups invade the station Of their vast Kingdome down the sanguine flood Fearfully glide fearing their future food The tender Nymphs who with their silver feet Vse on the plaines of crisped Thetis meet Where tripping prettily they are wont to dance Themselves into a heavenly slumbring trance Of sweet repose at these inhumane shocks With haire all torne creep into th' hollow rocks Where shrowded they to meditate began No rock so flinty as the heart of man Yea Thetis selfe whose womb enriched bare That fearfull thunder of the Troian warre Stubborn Achilles who in fight did win Such glory wishd that wars had never bin So she with all her trembling watry peeres Augment the brinish sea with brinish teares Ships now begin to burne that one might see Neptunes and Vulcans consanguinity Yea now those ships which free from water stood Strangely begin to sinke with humane blood Which as from thence with fearfull gush it ran Filld up the wrinkles of the Ocean Which Sea so full of dead it hence might come Well to be called Mar e mortuâ—m The quaking Ships with murmuring Guns are rent Whose wounded sides the goared streams do vent Of dead and wounded men who lay therein As if they had their Beers or Coffins bin They lay therein and as the Ships did goe Seem'd bloody bloodlesse dead and moving too The furious flames with firedoth undermine The towring Mast made of the lofty Pine So that same tree which oft lights Nuptials Now Cypres-like doth burn at funerals Thus eaten by the galling flames at last Falls down the huge high-mounted weighty Mast And as great things are wont fell not alone Killing a troup not of its foes but 's owne The tacklings sailes and cables now doe burn And fire casts Anchors never to return About their eares the whistling bullets sung And wandring wild-fire made the affrighted throng Croud into corners speedily and they That durst stand men to senslesse fire give way As when within the fat Trinacrian soile Inflamed Aetna doth begin to boile When nak'd Pyracmon with his round-eyd fellows Sweating heave up their huge strong-breathed bellows Thundring upon their steely Anvils top To furnish Armour for their smoaky shop Their ponderous hammers and redoubling makes Enceladus belch out his sulph'ry flakes Of vengefull wrath then may you see black Smoake Vomiting out wrapt in a pitchy Cloake And the hard bowells of the mountain torne By fettered fire with a strange bounding borne Vp to the clouds whose fearfull fall to shun The Neighbouring people with amazement run To shrouding dens hiding them closely under Fearing from high and from below a Thunder Thus did the inhumane Battells fury rage Nor could the Sea the increasing flames asswage Hee that would now have travelled