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A New-Years-gift to the Honourable Admiral Russel, on his glorious victory over the French fleet
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1693
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A New-Years-Gift To the Honourable Admiral Russel On his Glorious Victory over the French Fleet. LOng did the Languishing Brittania grown Beneath French Power on the English Throne French Councills French Debauch'ry rul'd the Rost And gen'rous English Courage quite was lost Blake Deane and Lawson whose each single Name Without an Epithet swells the Cheeks of Fame England's brave Hero's who disdain'd to Bear The Romish Yoak or Gallic Fetters wear Who all the Naval Power of Europe Sway'd And sturdy Algerines their Laws obey'd Loaden with glory These their Lives resign And their lov'd Names in Fames bright Annals shine Great Ruport and brave Monk a while Support The English Valour since made Europes sport With these fell th' Honour of our English Fleet Degenerate Souls Degenerous acts commit Soft Daliance now Emasculates the Land Old Captains laid aside and Boys Command For Balls and Masquerades highly renown'd And Tilting Beedles in their Midnight-round Effeminate Courts Effeminate Youths employ These keep not up our glory but destroy An English King Mannag'd by Bourillion Is a fit Tool t' advance the Gallic Throne Thus We who gave the boundless Ocean Law And our Confederate Neighbours kept in Awe Scorn'd and despis'd like Abjects were become Slaves to the French and Proselites to Rome At length Great Brittains better Genius saw The heavy Yoak her Sons were forc't to draw And with Compassion touch'd the Generous Nassaw Nassaw the Darling of Heav'ns kinder Powers Our Native Freedom to our Isle Restores Like the First Kings or Chiefs with Courage stout He to the Battel leads his Captains out In hottest Actions Foremost he appears Nor shuns the Combat check'd by Guilty Fears His Martial Heat th' Old English Courage warms Rais'd and Revives the Credit of her Arms From Rav'nous Lewis he a Kingdom tore Forc'd him his Boasted Ireland to Restore And drove his baffled Troops home to their slavish Shoar With winged Force pursues him on the Main And checks the Progress of his Grand Campain Whilst shifting Luxemburgh in Entrenchments hides His sneaking Troops and Fastnesses proyides His vaunting Squadrons dares not ours engage But dread the shock of Conq'ring Nassaw's Rage The Battel of the glorious Field they shun And avoiding Fighting may be said to Run Brave England's King who knows not to b' affraid Hath all the Daring Stratagems essaid But all in vain since the Inglorious French Fearful of Vengeance meanly do Entrench Honour and Arms Great Orange Nobly Courts Lewis to Treacherous Poisonings Resorts Conscious when those his hellish Arts shall fail He ne're can by his Guilty Arms prevail On the French Conquests now our Monarch stands And makes them Tributary to our Bands With English Troops Dunkirk in Pound he keeps And betwixt Lewis and his Dunkirk sleeps Dunkirk that 's lodg'd in Lewis's panting Breast As of her Callais Mary once exprest Dunkirk before by English Valour ta'ne And for French Pistols basely Sold again Great William's Sword must now the Knot untie And regain by Arms what France with Gold did buy Whilst our great King on Land such Glories meet To You he leaves the Conduct of his Fleet You who have laid fresh Lawrels at his Feet Russel before England's Respects might Claim For a Champion and a Martyr of that Name You more a Debtor have your Country made And rais'd that Fund of Honour they had laid True to the Trust the Royal Pair Repos'd Their Interest and their Kingdoms You espous'd The first Years Expedition spent in vain Hunting for Tourvill on the Foaming Main That blustring Monsieur who the Year before Show'd his great French Armada on our Shoare Burning five Fisher-Boats durst attempt no more At Land and Sea the French like Courage show With equal Force they dare not see their Foe The English Navy o're the Ocean Rides Proud of that glorious Burthen on her Tides With Indignation scowres the Channel Round But neither Tourvil nor his Fleet were found Our eager Youth near mad with Martial Rage Hunting a Foe they could not come t' engage Perplext and Raving scarcely they forbear With violent Hands their very flesh to tear Mean while our Heroe with great pain supprest The burning Indignation in his Breast He forc't his swelling Passion to obey And for the next fit time for Vengeance stay Kind Heav'n agreed and with a wisht for gale Upon our Fleet this year drove fifty Sail Their warm Reception quickly made them know They now in earnest met a generous Foe Would try their Courage e're they 'd let 'em go With pompous Rage the Admirals Admirals meet Ours glad they 'd found at last the Gallic Fleet And whatsoe're detracting French-men say But Forty of our Ships could come in play Th' unequal Odds our Captains scorn to shun The Lesser Number Greater Glory won With Peals of Joy our Men the Welkin tear And with presaging Huzza's cleave the Aire Glorie 's their aim and that they close pursue With warmth the French were unaccustom'd too Stout Carter who too early lost a Thigh With his last Breath did still the Foe defie He saw himself Reveng'd e're he expir'd And to the bed of Glory strait retir'd Through gusts of Thunder bright Brittania's hurld To â—â—â—d the Mistress of the Wat'ry World She whom vain-glorious Lewis built to sway The Ocean as the Land must him obey Mâ—â—â—hâ— the Omen of his Fortune be And his Arms at Land succeed as those at Sea Resolved Russel storms her lofty sides Humbles the vaunting Motto of her pride All heat all indignation peals of Fire Break from his roaring tyres the affrighted Air Trembling and wounded to the French Coast flies And Eccho's out their Navy's Obsequies Tourvill with warmth not seen in French before Receives the broad-sides which our Cannons poure He all his Force and all his Skill apply'd To keep Victorious Russel from his side But all in vain Englands Brave Admiral knew The Oceans Soverainty was Englands due Close to the Monsieurs fiery sides he bore And with fresh Thunder Storms him o're and o're Their Murthering Ball thick as their hail shot flew And ev'ry broad-side doth their rage renew With Fire Brittania clouds the Rising Sun And in flaming Circles on his Orb doth run Arm-yard to Arm-yard closely they Engage And in loud roaring vollies tell their Rage Ne're on the Sea was greater bravery shewn Nor Honours prize with greater Glory won After Five Hours dispute in Smoaky Clouds Storming of Hulls Rending of Sinwey Shrouds With all the Horrid pomp a Naval Fight Could e're present or Scaly Squadrons ' fright The Rising Sun sinks in the Watry deep And his Shining Glories in her Waves doth steep Th' Immortal Palme You Mighty Sir have won And have Eclipst proud Lewis's Rising Sun So have I seen in a disturbed Air Two Sable Clouds meeting from Regions far Grown big with Tempests at each other Flash 'Till their loud Storms have made Heav'ns vault to crash Their Fires meet and Combat in the Sky And Bellow out their Thunders from on High Disgorging Flame as if the Globe they 'd burn And Earths Foundations into Ashes turn Their Sulph'rous Store being spent they melt in showers And Rapid Torrents from the Mountains poure In Lightning they begin in Rain Expire And Neptunes Flood Extinquisht Vulcans Fire Nor did your Captains little Bravery shew They signalliz'd their Courage on the foe Your great Example did their Spirits Raise Each Fought for and deserv'd a Conquerers Bays Your Master on the Land his Troops Inspires At Sea You Animate with your Martial Fires Three mighty Ships into the Air were blown Monsieurs flew capering up came tumbling down The rest o' th' shatter'd Fleet make to La-Hogue And seek Protection from St. Patrick's Brogue Lillie-Boliero's who their Country lost Were now made Guardians of the Norman Coast These saw their Burning Squadrons in the Bay On their own Coasts their Ships became our prey Boast not of Mons by Treacherous Priests betray'd Nor Namur which the Floods thy Captive made Whilst Heav'n with faint Te Deums Lewis mocks And with False Tryumphs buoys his senceless Stocks On his own Shoar his Flaming Flota lies To the English Admiral a Sacrifice Brave Russel scorns his Glorious King to greet With a less Bonfire than the Gallic Fleet. Methinks I see the King of the great Deep With all his Trytons Halcyon Revels keep Glad their Right Lords Resume their Ancient sway Swearing Allegiance to Brittannia The Syrens our Brittania's Tryumphs sing And in Shells of Pearl Quaf Healths to Brittains King The joyful Sea Gods pledge the Bumper round And with shril whistles make the Sea resound Stave a French-prize quoth Neptune and Advance A Health to England in the Wine of France That Conqu'ring Heroe shall their Topsails Lower And Tributary France shall own his Power Annals to come shall with his Conquests swell Turky and India shall his Tryumphs tell To the Levant and Vtmost East then Fly And tell each Port this Glorious Victory This said they all Obey'd But more substantial Votes attâ—nd 〈◊〉 â—â—aise Caesar the Senate and the 〈…〉 Eternal Trophies to their Admirals Name Shall equalize the longest date of Fame So the Old Romans when their Generals prove By brave Exploits worthy their Country's love Raise Obelisks and Statues to make known The Victories and Battels they had won When future Parliaments shall come to Note In their Records our August Senates Vote With what Vnanimous consent they own The Courage Conduct Faith your zeal hath shewn Restor'd its former Glory to our Isle And of a Navy made a Funeral Pile This in times Callendar shall far surpass The Roman Marble or Corinthian Brass 'T is Englands Thanks that are acknowledg'd due By her great Representatives to you May no Invidious Vermine ever tear That sacred Vellom let it always bear To future times the Mighty things you 've done And an obliged Kingdoms praise have won May pale and Trecherous Envy ever hide Her guilty head whilst still each flowing Tyde Shall waft fresh Tryumphs to great Russel's Name And far as th' Ocean Rowls your high desert Proclaim Licensed according to Order E. Bohun ADVERTISEMENT When this was Written Dixmuyd and Fernes were in the English Hands London Printed and Sold by T. Moore 1693.