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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A52147	The second and third advice to a painter, for drawing the history of our navall actions, the two last years, 1665 and 1666 in answer to Mr. Waller.	Denham, John, Sir, 1615-1669.; Marvell, Andrew, 1621-1678.	1667 (1667)	Wing M887A; Wing S2258; ESTC R16129	13,196	36

Indian Ships pregnant with Eastern Pearls And Diamonds sates the Officers and Earles Then warning of our Fleet he it divides Into the Ports and he to Oxford rides Whilst the Dutch re-uniting to our shames Ride all insulting o're the Downs and Thames Now treating Sandwich seems the fittest choice For Spain there to condole and to rejoyce He meets the French but to avoid all harms Slips into Groine Embassies bears no Arms. There let him languish a long Quarrentine And ne're to England come till he be clean Henceforth O Gemini two Dukes Command Caster and Pollux Aumerle Cumberland Since in one Ship It had been fit they went Io Pettyes double-keel'd Experiment To the King IMperial Prince King of the Seas and Isles Dear Object of our Joyes and Heavens smiles What boots it that thy Light doth guild our dayes And we lye basking in thy milder Rayes Whilst swarms of Infects from thy warmth begun Our Land devour and Intercept thy Sun Thou like Ioves Minos Rul'st a greater Creet And for its hundred Cities counts thy Fleet Why wilt thou that State Daedalus allow Who builds thee but a Labyrinth and a Cow If thou a Minos be a Judge severe And in 's own Maze confine the Engineer Or if our Sun since he so neer presumes Melt the soft wax with which he imps his Plumes Then let him falling leave his hated Name Unto those Seas his Wars have set on flame From that Enchanter having clear'd thine eyes Thy Native sight wild pierce within the Skies And view those Kingdoms full of Joy and Light Wher 's Unevarsal Triumph but no Fight Since both from heaven thy care power descend Rule by its Pattern there to reascend Let Justice only Draw and Battel cease Kings are in War but Cards they 'r Gods in peace Thus having Fought we know not why nor yet W 'ave done we know not what or what we get If to Espouse the Ocean all these pains Princes Unite and will forbid the Banes If to discharge Phanaticks this makes more For all Phanaticks turn when sick or poore Or if the House of Commons to repay Their Prize Commissions are transfer'd away If for Triumphant Check Stones or a Shell For Dutches Closet 'tas succeeded well If to make Parliaments all odious pass If to reserve a standing Force alas Or if as just Orange to reinstate Instead of that he is Regenerate And with four Millions vainly given or spent And with five Millions more of detriment Our Sum amounts yet only to have won A Bastard Orange for Pimp Arlington Now may Historians argue Con and Pro Denham saies thus though Waller alwaies so But he good man in his long Sheet and Staff This Pennance did for Cromwel's Epitaph And his next Theme must be the Dukes Mistrisse Advice to Draw Madam L'AEdificatresse FINIS THE Third Advice TO A PAINTER On our last Summers Success with French and Dutch 1666. Written by the same hand as the former was SAndwich in Spain now and the Duke in Love Ler's with new Generals a new Painter prove Lillie's a Dutchman dangerous in his Art His Pencils may intelligence impart Thou Gibson who among the Navy small Of Marshal'd Shells Commandst Admiral Thy self so slender that thou shewst no more Then Barnicle new hatcht of them before Come mix thy water Colours and express Drawing in Little what we do in Less First paint me George and Rupert ratling far Within one Box like the two Dice of War And let the Terror of their linked Names Fly through the Air like Chain-shot tearing Flame Iove in one Cloud did scarcely wrap Lightning so fierce but never such a clap Unighted Gen'rals sure the only spell Wherewith United-Provinces to quell Alas even they though shell'd in trebble Oak Will prove an Adle-Egg with double Yoalk And therefore next uncouple either Hound And Low-them at two Hares e're one be found Rupert to Beaufort Hollow-Ay there Rupert Like the fantastick Hunting of St Hubert When he with Earthy Hound Horn of Aire Pursues through Fountebleau the witchy Hare Deep providence of State that could so soon Fight Beaufort here e're he had quit Thoulon So have I seen e're humane quarrels rise Forebodeing Meteors combat in the Skies But let the Prince to fight with rumours go The General meets a more substantial Foe Ruiter he spies and full of youthful heat Though half their number thinks has odds to great The Fowler watches so the watry spot And more the Fowl hopes for the better shot Though such a Limb were form his Navy torn He felt no weakness yet like Sampson shorn But swoln with sence of former Glory won Thought Monck must be by Albemarle out-done Little he knew with the same Arm and Sword How far the Gentleman out-cuts the Lord Ruyter inferiour unto none for Heart Superior now in Number and in Art Askt if he thought as once our Rebel Nation To conquer them too by a Declaration And threatens though now he so proudly sayl He shall tread back his Iter Boreale This said he the short period e're it ends With Iron words from Brazen mouths extends Monck yet prevents him e're the Navies meet And Charges in himself alone a Fleet And with so quick and frequent motion wound His murd'ring sides about the Ship seem'd round And the exchange of his incircling Tyre Like flaming Hoops shew'd like Triumphant fire Single he does at their whole Navy aim And shoots them tbrough a porcupine of Flame He plays with Danger and his Bullets trouls As 't were at Tron-Madam through all the holds In noise so regular his Cannons met You 'd think 't was Thunder unto Musick set Ah had the rest but kept a time as true What Age could such a martial Confort shew The listning Air unto the distant shore Through secret Pipes conveys the tuned Roar Till as the Ecchoe vanishing abate Men feel a deaf sound like the Pulse of Fate If Fate expire let Monck her place supply His Guns determine who shall live or die But Victory does alwayes hate a Rant Valours her Brave but Conducts her Gallant Ruiter no less with vertuous envy burns And Prodigies for Miracles returns Yet he observ'd how still the Iron-Balls Brusled in vain against our Oaken walls And the hard Pellets fell away as dead Which our inchanted Timber filllipped Leave then said he th' unvulnerable Keel We 'l find them feeble lik Achilles heel He quickly taught and pours in continnal Clouds Of chain'd Dilemnaes through our sinewy shrowds Forrests of Masts fall with their rude Embrace Our stiff Sails Masht and netted into Lace Till our whole Navy lay their wanton mark And no Ship now could sayl but as the Ark. Shot in the wing so at the Powders call The disappointed Bird does fluttering fall Yet Monck disabled still such Courage shows As none into his mortal gripes durst close So an old Bustard maim'd yet loath to yield Duels the Fowler in Newmarket-field But soon he found it was in vain