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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

AN ENCOMIASTCK OR ELEGIACK ENVMERATION 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 yeares 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. LONDON Printed by Tho Roycroft 1658. AN ENCOMIASTICK OR Elegiack Enumeration of the Noble Atcheivements and unparallel'd SERVICES done at Land and Sea by that truly Honourable GENERALL ROBERT BLAKE Esq REnowned Blake what Trumpet may be found That can thy matchlesse Praises duely sound Or what Seraphick Pen that can set forth In fitting measures thy transcendent Worth And justly warble forth in saddest straines Thy death and losse thereby the Land sustaines Is that Sidneian spirit with his dust Extinct or for this mournfull Subject must Heroick Spencer and that sweet Divine Dubartas rais'd be from their resting Shryne Thy signall unexampled Acts to sing Of which the whole World doth already ring Which if in order we must needs recount Our mean unpolisht Quill they far surmount That to thy merit we shall in debt remain So great a sum not able to attain Leaving a Richer pen the same to pay Whilst in the Common stock our Mite we lay When first Bellona did fair Albion greet With dreadfull Larums in the open street And when that high and Roman-like dispute Of the Militia did in feild recruit Two Armies t'wixt the late unhappy King And Parliament from whence as from a spring Ran Seas of bloud throughout this Isle which had Drown'd all but that Jehovah it forbad Commissions of Array are issu'd out Which doth disturb the trembling land throughout Blake now stands up without delay or fear 'gainst the Tyrannick Levies doth appear And with those noble Patriots of the West A Captain of stout Foot himself addrest With their associate Troops to march and face The Royall forces who with nimble pace Quitting the feild to Sherborne do retreat That ancient Castle Digbies stately Seat From thence are forc't with tedious March to flye To the Cornubian Mountains strong and high And there divided some away do post Through swelling Severn to the Cambrian Coast And fenced Hils of Wales for shelter where Th' old Brittains by the Romans chased were So after many signall proofs shew'n forth Of his Heroick prowesse and true Worth At Bodmyn Bristoll and at Launsdown fight And at Bridgewater where he first saw Light Though by just Providence and Heavens Decree We were deny'd a Conquest yet to see And Royall Charles had subjugate the West And two full Winters had the same possest He now arriveth to the Councill great Thereof a Member to consult and treat Of State-concernments where sometimes did vote His grave Progenitors there to promote The common good and so with great Applause Mongst other Worthies he that publick cause Twixt Prince and People then in high Debate Is call'd with dint of Sword to vindicate And speedily on Neptunes Chariot sent Commander of a valiant Regiment Rais'd by stout Popham of Illustrious Rank And timely landing on the Western Bank I. LYme to releive that old Maritime Seat By faithfull Celey kept with hazard great Near gasping as beleagur'd strongly by A Rhenish Princes Army strong and high Form'd of all Nations who like ravenous Bears Thirst after English bloud whilst he prepares Himself for Sallies and through help divine The bold Assailants slaies like heards of Swine Prince Maurice still recruits still is repel'd With losse of thousands and at last compel'd To quit the Leagure with his Princely Train Not daring fiery Lyme to face again II. HE having now payd to Jehovah high His vows and thanks for this first Victory In triumph hence doth march bent to set free The Neighbouring places that in thraldome be Assisted by stout Pye from Essex sent That Peer renown'd in Armes so eminent To that strong Castle founded by King Ine Of Saxon Race seated as t' were on Rhyne Or rather Eden sweet a land so blest Call'd vulgarly The Garden of the West And herein yet more happy that brave Blake His first breath in this fertile soile did take Gainst this strong hold cal'd Taunton that fair town By high-born Stawell kept he sitteth down Soon forcing the Besieged to submit To his Conditions They forthwith do quit A Princely Garrison stor'd plenteously With all Provisions here he worthily Is now ordained Governour but he As born to high atcheivements will not be Embas't with rest or sloath but prudently Foresees approaching storms for suddenly Great Forces under Wyndham are drawn out This growing Garrison to quell and rout Whilst with few men but by him spirited And by his Fortitude and Wisdome led With sallies strong the potent Foe he plies That with great losse and greater shame he flies III. YEt here the Royall Party will not rest But fresh alarums do him still infest On suddain loe a formidable Hoast Commanded by the Cheiftains and the most Stout Greenfeild Goring Hopton breathing out Nought else but fire sword the camp throughout Here might you hear the Irish Tories thunder More hideous threats then Cannon that asunder The Castle seem'd to rend Lo like a floud Great multitudes have broke the Line now bloud Is like to dye fair Tone or rather make New Rivers in the streets all lies at stake Women and Children nought but gastly death Beholding and half dead do gasp for breath Yet here great wonders wrought by those Tauntonian Blades the over-flowing foes Are bravely checkt and stopped at a Bay And forc't to fight at pistoll shot by day And night from house to house untill the Foe Repulst such fury could not undergoe Now are made good the words somtimes he spake By inches they their bloudy way should make And yet poor Soules have lost their way at last As into darknesse and confusion cast And when that Goring sent to him in scorne A tatterd drum best suting their forlorn Condition for exchange of prisners he Them kindly treats and quickly sets them free And like himself or like that Greekish Prince The falling foe vvith kindness doth convince This one exchange doth to the other add Returnes the Nuntio vvith nevv rayment cladd Yea to their great astonishment upon Their taking of a neighbouring Garrison Insulting proudly vvith great threats and jeers The Churches bells he ringeth in their eares And thereby quickly checks their pride and rage Of their ensuing fall a sad presage Redoubted Welden loe that man of Kent VVith seasonable succour hither sent From th' hills appeares the harrast foe again Doth raise his seidge and fairly leaves his slain By thousands to their Mother Earth to feed The hungry vvormes vvhich lookt before indeed For other flesh vvhilst mercy vvith strong hands Out of the raging fire pulls us as brands IV. THe Kingly forces never rest nor cease