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A30103
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A New collection of poems and songs written by several persons ; never printed before.
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Bulteel, John, fl. 1683.
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1674
(1674)
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Wing B5458; ESTC R18293
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Ambition prize Does any thing make Man like Woman rise Can there be Love without her or true Wealth She 's his best Mine best Doctor for his Health His all in all in her embraces stands That little World the greater which commands She 's such a Mint as Coyns him Young agen And makes his Stamp pass currant amongst Men. Talks she at random as you here define 'T is but as wisest Men will do sometime To me those sweet Diversions fresh appear A running Banquet after heavy chear Man helpless were without her help indeed The Worlds great Spirit would be lost and Seed Then helpless let him be doth so require So help me God as I such help desire Foolish NICETY I Hate a sullen Mistress of such tumor Put in a Jest it puts her out of Humor Fondly mistakes each passant word I say Takes pet as Tinder fire then fools away Her self in Childish anger if she speaks At best when best she 's pleas'd poor thing it breaks Into such woful phrase doth so disburse Odd ends of Gold and Silver in discourse That as I live 't is much against my will For her own credit she 's not silent still Better shut up in silence tho she go For Proud than open to her overthrow What 's a fair Woman simply Shall I tell ye A Box of Mummy or of warmer Jelly Which for a taste or so may currant pass But not to make a meal on Where 's that Ass A piece of Snout-fair ignorance would marry Sooner I 'd hew a Mistress from the Quarry Pigmalion once carv'd out I 'd sooner go On pilgrimage to Mecha and there throw My Eyes on burning Bricks till all about The Nerves and Sinews crackt their Lamps leapt out Than fix on such a Wife take this from me There 's nought so fulsome as a Foolish She. On The Victory over the Spaniards in the Bay of Sancta Crux in the Island of Teneriffe NOw does Spains Fleet her spacious wings unfold Leaves the New World and hastens to the Old But tho the Wind were fair they slowly swom Fraighted with active guilt and guilt to come For this Rich load of which so proud they are Was rais'd by Tyranny and rais'd for War Ev'ry capacious Galleons Womb was fill'd With what the Womb of wealthy Kingdoms yield The New Worlds wounded Intrails they had tore For Wealth wherewith to wound the Old one more Wealth which all others Avarice might cloy But yet in them caus'd as much Fear as Joy For now upon the Main themselves they saw That boundless Empire where we give the Law Of Winds and Waters rage they fearful be But much more fearful th' English Flags to see Day that to those who sail upon the Deep More wisht for and more welcome is then Sleep They dreaded to behold lest the Sun 's Light With our dread Streamers should salute their sight In thickest Darkness they would chuse to steer So that such Darkness might suppress their fear At length theirs vanishes and Fortune smiles For they behold the sweet Canary-Isles One of which doubtless is by Nature blest Above both Worlds since 't is above the rest For lest some Gloominess might stain her Sky Trees there the Duty of the Clouds supply O Noble Trust which Heav'n on this Isle pours Fertile to be yet never need her showrs A happy People which at once do gain The Benefits without the Ills of Rain Both Health and Profit Fate cannot deny Where still the Earth is moist the Air still dry There jarring Elements no discord know Fewel and Rain together kindly grow And Coolness there with Heat does never fight This only Rules by Day and that by Night There the indulgent Soyl the rich Grape breeds Which of the Gods the sancied Drink exceeds They still do yield such is their precious mold All that is good and are not curs'd with Gold With fatal Gold for where e're it does grow Neither the Soyl nor People quiet know Which troubles men to raise it while 't is Ore And when 't is rais'd it troubles them much more Ah! why was thither brought that cause of war Kinde Nature had from thence remov'd so far In vain doth she those Islands free from ill If Fortune can make guilty what she will ' But whilst I draw the Scene where we ere long ' Again may conquer this is left unsung For Sancta Crux the glad Fleet takes her way And safely there casts Anchor in the Bay Never so many with one Joyful Cry That place saluted where they all must die Deluded men Fate with you did but sport You scapt the Sea to perish in the Port 'T was more for England's Fame you should Die there Where you had most of Strength and least of Fear The Peek's proud height the Spaniards do admite Yet in their Brests carry a Pride much higher Only to this vast Hill a pow'r is giv'n At once both to inhabit Earth and Heav'n But this stupendious prospect did not near Make them admire so much as they did fear For here they met with News which did produce A Grief above the Cure of Grapes best Juyce They learn'd with terror that nor Summers heat Nor Winters storms could make our Fleet retreat To fight against such Foes was vain they knew Which did the rage of Elements subdue Who on the Ocean that does horror give To all besides Triumphantly do live With haste they therefore all their Gallions moar And flank with Cannon from the neighboring shore Forts Lines and Sconces all the Bay along They build and act all that can make them strong Fond men who know not whilst such Works they raise They only Labour to exalt our Praise Yet they by restless Toyls became at length So proud and confident of their made strength That they with joy their boasting General heard Wisht then for that Assault they lately fear'd His wish he hath for now undaunted Blake With winged speed for Sancta Crux does make For our Renown his Conquering Fleet does ride O're Seas as vast as is the Spaniards Pride Whose Fleet and Trenches view'd he soon did say We to their strength are more oblig'd than they Were 't not for that they from their Fate would run And a third World seek out our Arms to shun Those Forts which there so high and strong appear Do not so much suppress as shew their Fear Of speedy Victory let no man doubt Our worst work 's past now we have found them oâ—â— Behold their Navie does at Anchor lie And they are ours for now they cannot flie This said the whole Fleet gave it their applause And all assum'd his courage for the Cause That Bay they enter which unto them owes The noblest Wreathes that Victory bestows Bold Stayner leads this Fleet 's design'd by Fate To give him Lawrel as the last did Plate The thundring Cannon now begins the Fight And though it be at Noon creates a Night The air was soon after the