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A55276	Poems on affairs of state from the time of Oliver Cromwell, to the abdication of K. James the Second. Written by the greatest wits of the age. Viz. Duke of Buckingham, Earl of Rochester, Lord Bu-------st, Sir John Denham, Andrew Marvell, Esq; Mr. Milton, Mr. Dryden, Mr. Sprat, Mr. Waller. Mr. Ayloffe, &c. With some miscellany poems by the same: most whereof never before printed. Now carefully examined with the originals, and published without any castration.	Buckingham, George Villiers, Duke of, 1628-1687.	1697 (1697)	Wing P2719A; ESTC R26563	139,358	261

the Reins and give the Realm away With lavish Hands they constant Tributes give And Annual Stipends for their Guilt receive Corrupt with Gold they Wives and Daughters bring To the Black Idol for an Offering All but Religious Cheats might justly swear He true Vice-gerent to old Molock were Priests were the first Deluders of Mankind Who with vain Faith made all their Reason blind Not Lucifer himself more proud than they And yet perswade the World they must obey 'Gainst Avarice and Luxury complain And practise all the Vices they arraign Riches and Honour they from Lay-men reap And with dull Crambo feed the silly Sheep As Killigrew Buffoons his Master they Droll on their God but a much duller way With Hocus Pocus and their Heavenly slight They gain on tender Consciences at Night Who ever has an over zealous Wife Becomes the Priest's Amphitrio during life Who would such Men Heavens Messengers believe Who from the Sacred Pulpit dare deceive Baal's wretched Curates Legerdemain'd it so And never durst their Tricks above-board shew When our first Parents Paradise did grace The Serpent was the Prelate of the place Fond Eve did for this subtil Tempter's sake From the Forbidden Tree the Pippin take His God and Lord this Preacher did betray To have the weaker Vessel made his Prey Since Death and Sin did humane Nature blot The chiefest Blessings Adam's Chaplain got Thrice wretched they who Nature's Laws detest And trace the ways fantastick of a Priest Till native Reasons basely forc'd to yeild And Hosts of upstart Errors gains the Field My Muse presum'd a little to digress And touch their holy Function with my Verse Now to the State again she tends direct And does on Giant L dale reflect This haughty Monster with his ugly Claws First temper'd Poyson to destroy our Laws Declares the Councils Edicts are beyond The most Authentick Statutes of the Land Sets up in Scotland A-la-mode de France Taxes Excise and Armies does advance This Saracen his Country's Freedom broke To bring upon our Necks the heavier Yoke This is the Savage Pimp without dispute First brought his Mother for a Prostitute Of all the Mescreants that e'er went to Hell This Villain Rampant bears away the Bell. Now must my Muse deplore the Nation 's Fate Like a true Lover for her dying Mate The Royal Evil so malignant grows Nothing the dire Contagion can oppose In our Weal-publick scarce one thing succeeds For one Man's weakness a whole Nation bleeds Ill-luck starts up and thrives like evil Weeds Let Cromwell's Ghost smile with contempt to see Old England strugling under Slavery His Meager Highness now has got a stride Does on Britannia as on Churchil ride White-liver'd D for his swift Jack-call To hunt down's Prey and hopes to Master all Clifford and Hide before had lost the Day One hang'd himself and the other ran away 'T was want of Wit and Courage made them fail But O ne and the D ke must need prevail The D ke now vaunts with Popish Mermydons Our Fleets our Ports our Cities and our Towns Are Man'd by him or by his Holiness Bold Irish Ruffians to his Court Address This is the Collony to plant his Knaves From hence he picks and culls his Murthering Braves Here for an Ensign or Lieutenant's place They 'll kill a Judge or Justice of the Peace At his Command Mac will do any thing He 'll burn a City or destroy a King From Tiber came th' Advice-Boat monthly home And brought new Lessons to the Duke from Rome Here with curs'd Precepts and with Councils dire The godly Cheat-King would be did inspire Heaven had him Chieftain of Great Britain made Tells him the Holy Church demands his Aid Bad him be bold all Dangers to defy His Brother sneaking Heretick should dye A Priest should do it from whose sacred stroke All England strait should fall beneath his Yoke God did Renounce him and his Cause disown And in his stead had plac'd him on his Throne From Saul the Land of Promise thus was rent And Jess's Son plac'd in the Government The Holy Scripture vindicates his Cause And Monarchs are above all humane Laws Thus said the Scarlet Whore to her Gallant Who streight design'd his Brother to supplant Fiends of Ambition here his Soul possest And thirst of Empire Calentur'd his Breast Hence Ruine and Destruction had ensu'd And all the People been in Blood imbru'd Had not Almighty Providence drawn near And stopt his Malice in its full career Be wise you Sons of Men tempt God ●o more To give you Kings in 's wrath to vex you sore If a King's Brother can such Mischiefs bring Then how much greater Mischiefs such a King Hodges's Vision from the Monument December 1675 By A. Marvell Esq A Country Clown call'd Hodge went up to view The Pyramid pray mark what did ensue WHen Hodge had numbered up how many score The Airy Pyramid contain'd he swore No Mortal Wight e're Climb'd so high before To the best best vantage plac'd he views around The Imperial Town with lofty Turrets Crown'd That wealthy Store-house of the bounteous Flood Whose Peaceful Tides o'●eflow our Land with good Confused forms flit by his wondring Eyes And his rapt ●ouls o'erwhelm'd with Extasies Some God it seems had encer'd his plain Brest And with 's abode the rustick Mansion blest Almighty change he feels in every part Light shines in 's Eyes and Wisdom rules his Heart So when her Pious Son fair Venus shew'd His flaming Troy with Slaughter'd Dardans strew'd She Purg'd his Opticks fill'd with mortal Night And Troy's sad Doom he read by Heaven's light Such light Divine broke on the Clouded Eyes Of humble Hodge Regions remote Courts Councils Polices The circling wills of Tyrants treacheries He Views Discerns Unc●phers Penetrates From Charle's Dukes to Europes armed States First he beholds Proud Rome and France Combin'd By double Vassallage to enslave Man-kind That wou'd the Soul this wou'd the Body sway Their Bulls and Edicts none must disobey For these with War sad Europe they inflame Rome says for God and France declares for Fame See Sons of Satan know Religions force Is Gentleness Fame bought with Blood a Curse He whom all stil'd Delight of humane kind Justice and Mercy Truth with Honour joyn'd His kindly Rays cherish the teeming Earth And struggling Virtue blest with prosperous Birth Like Chaos you the tott'ring Globe Invade Religion cheat and War ye make a Trade Next the lewd Palace of the Plotting King To 's Eyes new Scenes of Frantick Folly bring Behold says he the Fountain of our Woe From whence our Vices and our Ruin flow Here Parents their own Off-spring prostitute By such vile Arts t' obtain some viler Suit Here blooming Youth adore Priapus's shrine And Priests pronounce him Sacred and Divine The Goatish God behold in his Alcove The secret Scene of Damn'd incestuous Love Melting in Lust and Drunk like Lot he lies Betwixt two bright Daughter Divinities Oh! that like Satura he

Talbot then treated of nought but Copper Or what are Forts when void of Ammunition VVith friends or foes what would we more condition Yet we three days till the Dutch furnish'd all Men Powder Money Cannon treat with VVall Then Tydiman finding the Danes would not Sent in six Captains bravely to be shot And Mountague though drest like any Bride And aboard him too yet was reach'd and dy'd Sad was the chance and yet a deeper care Wrinkled his Membranes under Forehead fair The Dutch Armado yet had th' impudence To put to Sea to waft their Merchants thence For as if all their Ships of Wall-nut were The more we beat them still the more they bear But a good Pilot and a favouring wind Brings Sand ch back and once again did blind Now gentle Painter e're we leap on shore With thy last strokes ruffle a Tempest o're As if in our reproach the Wind and Seas Would undertake the Dutch while we take ease The Seas the spoils within our Hatches throw The Winds both Fleets into our mouths do blow Strew all their ships along the Shore by ours As eas'ly to be gather'd up as Flow'rs But Sand ch fears for Merchants to mistake A man of War and among Flow'rs a Snake Two Indian ships pregnant with Eastern Pearl And Diamonds sate th' Officers and Earl Then warning of our Fleet he it divides Into the Ports and so to Oxford rides Mean while the Dutch uniting to our shames Ride all insulting o'er the Downs and Thames Now treating San ch seems the fittest choice For Spain there to condole and to rejoyce He meets the French but to avoid all harms Ships to the Groyn Embassies bear no Arms There let him languish a long Quarantain And ne'er to England come till he be clean Thus having fought we know not why as yet We 've done we know not what nor what we get If to espouse the Ocean all this pains Princes unite and do forbid the Bains If to discharge Phanaticks this makes more For all Phanaticks are when they are poor Or if the House of Commons to repay Their Prize-Commissions are transferr'd away But for triumphant check-stones if and shell For Dutchess Closet 't hath succeeded well If to make Parliaments as odious pass Or to reserve a standing force alass Or if as just ORANGE to re-instate Instead of that he is regenerate And with four Millions vainly giv'n as spent And with five Millions more of detriment Our Summ amounts yet only to have won A Bastard Orange for Pimp Arl ton Now may Historians argue con and pro Denham says thus though always Waller so And he good Man in his long sheet and staff This Pennance did for Cromwel's Epitaph And his next Theam must be o' th' Duke's Mistress Advice to draw Madam l' Edificatress Henceforth O Gemini two Dukes command Castor and Pollux Aumarle and Cumberland Since in one Ship it had been fit they 'd went In Petty's Double-Keel'd Experiment To the KING By Sir John Denham Imperial Prince King of the Seas and Isles Dear Object of our Ioy and Heaven's smiles What boots it that thy Light doth gild our Days And we lie basking in thy milder Rays While swarms of Insects from thy warmth begun Our Land devour and intercept our Sun Thou like Jove's Minos rul'st a greater Creet And for its hundred Cities count'st thy Fleet. Why wilt thou that State Daedalus allow Who builds the Butt a Lab'rinth and a Cow If thou art Minos be a Iudge severe And in 's own Maze confound the Engineer O may our Sun since he too nigh presumes Melt the soft wax wherewith he imps his Plumes And may he falling leave his hated Name Unto those Seas his War hath set on Flame From that Enchanter having clear'd thine Eyes Thy native sight will pierce within the Skies And view those Kingdoms calm with Ioy and Light Where 's Universal Triumph but no Fight Since both from Heaven thy Race and Power descend Rule by its Pattern there to re-ascend Let Iustice only awe and Battel cease Kings are but Cards in War they 're Gods in Peace Directions to a Painter By Sir John Denham SAnd ch in Spain now and the Duke in love Let 's with new Generals a new Painter prove Lilly's a Dutchman danger 's in his art His Pencils may Intelligence impart Thou Gibson that among thy Navy small Of Muscle-shells commandest Admiral Thy self so slender that thou shew'st no more Than Barnacle new hatch'd of them before Come mix thy Water-colours and express Drawing in little what we yet do less First paint me George and Rupert ratling far Both in one Box like the two Dice of War And let the terrour of their linked Name Fly thro' the air like Chain-shot tearing fame Jove in one Cloud did scarcely ever wrap Lightning so fierce but never such a clap United Generals sure are th' onely spell Wherewith United Provinces to quell Alas even they though shell'd in treble Oak Will prove an addle Egg with double Yolk And therefore next uncouple either Hound And loo them at two Hares e're one be found Rupert and Beaufort halloo ah there Rupert Like the phantastick hunting of St. Hubert When he with airy Hounds and Horn of air Pursues by Fontain-bleau the witchy Hare Deep providence of State that could so soon Fight Beaufort here e're he had quit Thouloon So have I seen e're Human Quarrels rise Foreboding Meteors combat in the Skies But let the Prince to fight with Rumour go The Generals meet a more substantial Foe Ruyter he spies and full of Youthfull heat Though half their number thinks the odds too great The Fowler watching so his watry spot And more the Fowl hopes for the better shot Though such a Limb was from his Navy torn He found no weakness yet like Sampson shorn But swoln with sense of former Glory wone Thought Monk 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 Art Superiour now in number and in Heart Ask'd if he thought as once our Rebel-Nation To conquer theirs too with a Declaration And threatens though he now so proudly sail He shall tread back his Iter Boreale This said he the short period e're it ends With Iron-words from Brazen-mouths extends Monk yet prevents him e're the Navies meet And charges in himself alone a Fleet And with so quick and frequent motion wound His murthering sides about the Ship seem'd round And the Exchanges of his Circling Tire Like whirling Hoops shew'd of triumphant Fire Single he doth at their whole Navy aim And shoots them through a Porcupine of flame In noise so regular his Cannons met You 'd think that Thunder was to Musick set Ah! had the rest but kept a time as true What age could such a Martial Consort shew The listning air unto the distant shore Through secret Pipes conveys the tuned Roar Till as the Eccho's vanishing abate

steelly Arms themselves might be Worn out in War as soon as thee Success so close upon thy Troops did wait As if thou first hadst conquer'd Fate As if uncertain Victory Had been first overcome by thee As if her Wings were clipt and could not flee Whilst thou didst only serve Before thou hadst what first thou didst deserve Others by thee did great things do Triumphed'st thy self and mad'st them triumph too Though they above thee did appear As yet in a more large and higher Sphere Thou the great Sun gav'st Light to every Star Thy self an Army wert alone And mighty Troops contain'd'st in one Thy only Sword did guard the Land Like that which flaming in the Angel's Hand From Men God's Garden did defend But yet thy Sword did more than his Not only guarded but did make this Land a Paradice X. Thou fought'st not to be high or great Nor for a Scepter or a Crown Or Ermin Purple or the Throne But as the Vestal Heat Thy Fire was kindled from above alone Religion putting on thy Shield Brought thee victorious to the Field Thy Arms like those which ancient Heroes wore Were given by the God thou did'st adore And all the words thy Armies had Were on an heavenly Anvil made Not Int'rest or any weak desire Of Rule or Empire did thy Mind inspire Thy Valour like the holy Fire Which did before the Persian Armies go Liv'd in the Camp and yet was sacred too Thy mighty Sword anticipates What was reserv'd for Heaven and those blest Seats And makes the Church triumphant here below XI Though Fortune did hang on thy Sword And did obey thy mighty word Though Fortune for thy side and thee Forgot her lov'd Unconstancy Amidst thy Arms and Trophies thou Wert valiant and gentle too Wounded'st thy self when thou did'st kill thy Foe Like Steel when it much work has past That which was rough does shine at last Thy Arms by being oftner us'd did smoother grow Nor did thy Battles make thee proud or high Thy Conquest rais'd the state not thee Thou overcam'st thy self in every Victory As when the Sun in a directer Line Upon a polish'd golden Shield doth shine The Shield reflects unto the Sun again his Light So when the Heavens smil'd on thee in fight When thy propitious God had lent Success and Victory to thy Tent To Heav'n again the Victory was sent XII England till thou did'st come Confin'd her Valour home Then our own Rocks did stand Bounds to our fame as well as Land And were to us as well As to our Enemies unpassable We were asham'd at what we read And blush'd at what our Fathers did Because we came so far behind the Dead The British Lion hung his main and droop'd To Slavery and Burthen stoop'd With a degenerate sleep and fear Lay in his Den and languish'd there At whose least Voice before A trembling eccho ran through every Shore And shook the world at every roar Thou his subdu'd Courage didst restore Sharpen his Claws and his Eyes Mad'st the same dreadfull Lightning rise Mad'st him again affright the neighbouring Floods His mighty Thunder sounds through all the Woods Thou hast our military Fame redeem'd Which was lost or clouded seem'd Nay more Heaven did by thee bestow On us at once an Iron Age and happy too XIII Till thou command'st that Azure Chain of Waves Which Nature round about us sent Made us to every Pirate Slaves Was rather burthen than an Ornament Those Fields of Sea that wash'd our Shores We plow'd and reap'd by other hands than ours To us the liquid Mass Which doth about us run As 't is to the Sun Only a bed to sleep on was And not as now a powerfull Throne To shake and sway the world thereon Our Princes in their hand a Globe did shew But not a perfect one Compos'd of Earth and Water too But thy Commands the Floods obey'd Thou all the wilderness of water sway'd Thou did'st not only wed the Sea Not make her equal but a Slave to thee Neptune himself did bear thy Yoke Stoop'd and trembled at thy stroke He that rul'd all the Main Acknowledg'd thee his Sovereign And now the conquer'd Sea doth pay More Tribute to thy Thames than that unto the Sea XIV Till now our Valour did our selves more hurt Our wounds to other Nations were a sport And as the Earth our Land produc'd Iron and Steel which should to tear our selves be us'd Our strength within it self did break Like thundring Cannons creak And kill'd those that were near While the Enemies secur'd and untouch'd were But now our Trumpets thou hast made to sound Against our Enemies Walls in foreign ground And yet no Eccho back to us returning found England is now the happy peacefull Isle And all the World the while Is exercising Arms and Wars VVith foreign or intestine Jars The Torch extinguish'd here we lend to others Oil VVe give to all yet know our selves no fear VVe reach the flame of ruin and of death VVhere e'er we please our Swords to unsheath VVhilst we in calm and temperate Regions breath Like to the Sun whose heat is hurl'd Through every Corner of the world Whose flame through all the Air doth go And yet the Sun himself the while no Fire doth know XV. Besides the Glories of thy Peace Are not in number nor in value less Thy hand did cure and close the Scars Of our bloody civil Wars Not only lanc'd but heal'd the wound Made us again as healthy and as sound VVhen now the Ship was well nigh lost After the Storm upon the Coast By its Mariners endanger'd most When they their Ropes and Helms had left When the Planks asunder clest And Floods came roaring in with mighty sound Thou a safe Land and harbour for us found And sav'dst those that would themselves have drown'd A work which none but Heaven and Thee could do Thou mad'st us happy wh'th'r we would or no Thy Judgment Mercy Temperance so great As if those Vertues only in thy mind had seat Thy Piety not only in the Field but Peace When Heaven seem'd to be wanted least Thy Temples not like Janus only were Open in time of VVar VVhen thou hadst greater cause of fear Religion and the awe of Heaven possest All places and all times alike thy Breast XVI Nor didst thou only for thy Age provide But for the Years to come beside Our after-times and late Posterity Shall pay unto thy Fame as much as we They two are made by thee VVhen fate did call thee to a higher Throne And when thy mortal work was done VVhen Heaven did say it and thou must be gone Thou him to bear thy Burthen chose VVho might if any could make us forget thy loss Nor hadst thou him design'd Had he not been Not only to thy Blood but Vertue kin Not only Heir unto thy Throne but Mind 'T is he shall perfect all thy Cures And with as fine a Thread weave out thy Loom So one did

now de Ruyter with your Bears See where your Merchants burn about your Ears Fire out the Wasps George from the hollow Trees Cramm'd with the Honey of our English Bees Ah now they are paid for Guinea e'er they steer To the Gold Coast they find it hotter here Turn all your Ships to stoves e'er you set forth To warm your Traffick in the frozen North. Ah Sandwich had thy conduct been the same Bergen had seen a less but richer Flame Nor Ruyter liv'd new battle to repeat And oftner beaten be than we can beat Scarce had George leisure after all his pain To tie his Breaches Ruyter's out again Thrice in one Year Why sure this Man is wood Beat him like Stock-fish or he 'll ne'er be good I see them both again prepare to try The first shot through each other with the Eye Then but the ruling Providence that must With humane Projects play as Wind with Dust Raises a storm So Constables a fray Knock down and send them both well cuff'd away Plant now New England Firs in English Oak Build your Ships Ribs proof to the Cannon stroke To get the Fleet to Sea exhaust the Land Let longing Princes pine for the command Strong March-panes Wafers lights so thin a puff Of angry air can ruin all that huff So Champions having shar'd the Lists and Sun The Judge throws down's Award and they have done For shame come home George 't is for thee too much To fight at once with Heaven and the Dutch Woe 's me what see I next alas the fate I see of England and its utmost date Those Flames of theirs at which we fondly smile Kindle like Torches our Sepulchral Pile War Fire and Plague against us all conspire We the War God the Plague who rais'd the Fire See how Men all like Ghosts while London burns Wander and each over his Ashes mourns Curs'd be the Man that first begat this War In an ill hour under a blazing Star For Others sport two Nations fight a Prize Between them both Religion wounded dies So of first Troy the angry Gods unpaid Raz'd the Foundations which themselves had laid Welcome though late dear George here hadst thou bin We'd scap'd let Rupert bring the Navy in Thou still must help them out when in the mire Gen'ral at Land at Plague at Sea at Fire Now thou art gone see Beaufort dares approach And our Fleets angling as to catch a Roach Gibson farewell till next we put to Sea Truth is thou 'st drawn her in Effigie To the KING By Sir John Denham GReat Prince and so much Greater as more Wise Sweet as our Life and dearer than our Eyes What Servants will conceal and Councels spare To tell the Painter and the Poet dare And the assistance of an Heavenly Muse And Pencil represent the Crimes abstruse Here needs no Fleet no Sword no foreign Foe Only let Vice be damn'd and Iustice flow Shake but like Jove thy Locks divine and frown Thy Scepter will suffice to guard thy Crown Hark to Cassandra's Song e'er fate destroy By thy lowd Navy's wooden Horse thy Troy As our Apollo from the Tumults wave And gentle Calms though but in Oars will save So Philomel her sad embroidery strung And vocal Silks tun'd with her Needles Tongue The Pictures dumb in Colours loud reveal'd The Tragedies at Court so long conceal'd But when restor'd to voice inclos'd with wings To Woods and Groves what once the Painter sings Directions to a Painter By Sir John Denham DRaw England ruin'd by what was given before Then draw the Commons slow in giving more Too late grown wiser they their treasure see Consum'd by fraud or lost by treachery And vainly now would some account receive Of those vast Summs which they so idly gave And trusted to the management of such As Dunkirk sold to make War with the Dutch Dunkirk design'd once to a nobler Use Than to erect a petty Lawyer 's House But what account could they from those expect Who to grow rich themselves the State neglect Men who in England have no other Lot Than what they by betraying it have got Who can pretend to nothing but Disgrace Where either Birth or Merit find a place Plague Fire and War have been the Nation 's Curse But to have these our Rulers is a worse Yet draw these Causers of the Kingdoms Woe Still urging dangers from our growing Foe Asking new Aid for War with the same face As if when giv'n they meant not to make Peace Mean while they cheat the publick with such hast They will have nothing that may ease it past They Law 'gainst Irish Cattle they condemn As shewing distrust o' th' King that is of them Yet they must now swallow this bitter Pill Or Money want which was the greater ill And then the King to Westminster is brought Imperfectly to speak the Chanc'llors thought In which as if no Age could parallel A Prince and Council that had rul'd so well He tells the Parliament he cannot brook Whate'er in them like Jealousie doth look Adds that no grievances the Nation load While we 're undone at home despis'd abroad Thus past the Irish with the Money-Bill The first not half so good as th' other ill With these new Millions might we not expect Our Foes to vanquish or our selves protect If not to beat them off usurped Seas At least to force an honourable Peace But though the angry fate or folly rather Of our perverted State allow us neither Could we hope less to defend our Shores Than guard our Harbours Forts our ships and stores We hop'd in vain Of these remaining are Not what we sav'd but what the Dutch did spare Such was our Rulers generous stratagem A policy worthy of none but them After two Millions more laid on the Nation The Parliament grows ripe for Prorogation They rise and now a Treaty is confest Gainst which before these State-cheats did protest A Treaty which too well makes it appear Theirs not the Kingdom 's Int'rest is their care Statesmen of old thought Arms the way to Peace Ours scorn such thread-bare policies as these All that was given for the State 's defence They think too little for their own expence Or if from that they any thing can spare ●t is to buy Peace not maintain a War For which great work Embassadors must go With bare submissions to our arming foe Thus leaving a defenceless State behind Vast Fleets preparing by the Belgians find Against whose fury what can us defend Whilst our great Polititians here depend Upon the Dutch good Nature For when Peace Say they is making Acts of War must cease Thus were we by the name of Truce betray'd Tho' by the Dutch nothing like it was made Here Painter let thine Art describe a Story Shaming our warlike Island 's ancient Glory A Scene which never on our Seas appear'd Since our first ships were on the Ocean steer'd Make the Dutch Fleet while we supinely sleep Without Opposers Masters of

can sit there safe the Cannon pours Through the Walls untight and Bullets showers The neighbourhood ill and an unwholsome seat So at the first salute resolves retreat And swore that he would never more dwell there Untill the City put it in repair So he in Front his Garrison in rear March'd streight to Chatham to increase the fear There our sick Ships unrigg'd in Summer lay Like moulting Fowl a weak and easie Prey For whose strong bulk Earth scarce could Timber find The Ocean water or the Heaven's wind Those Oaken Gyants of the ancient Race That rul'd all Seas and did our Channel grace The conscious Stag tho' once the Forest's dread Flies to the Wood and hides his armless Head Ruyter forthwith a Squadron does untack They sail securely through the River's track An English Pilot too Oh shame Oh sin Cheated of 's Pay was he that shew'd them in Our wretched Ships within their Fate attend And all our hopes now on frail Chain depend Engine so slight to guard us from the Sea It fitter seem'd to captivate a Flea A Skipper rude shocks it without respect Filling his Sails more force to recollect Th' English from shore the Iron deaf invoke For its last aid Hold Chain or we are broke But with her sailing weight the Holland Keel Snapping the brittle Links does thorough reel And to the rest the opened passage shew Monk from the Bank that dismal sight does view Our feather'd Gallants which came down that day To be Spectators safe of the New Play Leave him alone when first they hear the Gun Cornb'ry the fleetest and to London run Our Seamen whom no dangers shape could fright Unpaid refuse to mount our Ships for spight Or to their Fellows swim on board the Dutch Who shew the tempting Metal in their clutch Oft had he sent of Duncomb and of Legg Cannon and Powder but in vain to beg And Vpnor Castle 's ill deserted Wall Now needfull does for Ammunition call He finds wheres'ere he succour might expect Confusion Folly Treachery Fear Neglect But when the Royal Charles what rage what grief He saw seiz'd and could give her no relief That Sacred Keel that had as he restor'd It 's exil'd Sov'raign on its happy board And thence the British Admiral became Crown'd for that merit with his Master's Name That pleasure-boat of War in whose dear side Secure so oft he had this Foe defy'd Now a cheap Spoil and the mean Victors slave Taught the Dutch Colours from its top to wave Of former glories the reproachfull thought With present shame compar'd his mind distraught Such from Euphrates bank a Tigress fell After her Robbers for her Whelps does yell But sees enrag'd the River flow between Frustrate Revenge and Love by loss more keen At her own Breast her useless Claws does arm She ●ears her self 'cause him she cannot harm The Guards plac'd for the Chain 's and Fleet 's defenc● Long since were fled on many a feign'd pretence Daniel had there adventur'd man of might Sweet Painter draw his Picture while I write Paint him of Person tall and big of Bone Large Limbs like Ox not to be kill'd but shewn Scarce can burnt Iv'ry feign a hair so black Or Face so red thine Oker and thy Lack Mix a vain terror in his Martial look And all those lines by which men are mistook But when by shame constrain'd to go on Board He heard how the wild Cannon nearer roar'd And saw himself confin'd like Sheep in Pen Daniel then thought he was in Lions Den But when the frightfull Fire-Ships he saw Pregnant with Sulphur nearer to him draw Captain Lieutenant Ensign all make hast E'er in the fiery Furnace they be cast Three Children tall unsing'd away they row Like Shadrack Mesheck and Abednego Each dolefull day still with fresh loss returns The Loyal London now a third time burns And the true Royal Oak and Royal Iames Ally'd in Fate encrease with theirs her flames Of all our Navy none should now survive But that the Ships themselves were taught to dive And the kind River in its Creek them hides Fraughting their pierced Keels with Ouzy sides Up to the Bridge contagious Terror struck The Tow'r it self with the near danger shook And were not Ruyter's Maw with ravage cloy'd Ev'n London's ashes had been then destroy'd Officious fear however to prevent Our loss does so much more our loss augment The Dutch had robb'd those Jewels of the Crown Our Merchant-men lest they should burn we drown So when the Fire did not enough devour The Houses were demolish'd near the Tow'r Those Ships that yearly from their teeming hole Unloaded here the Birth of either Pole Fir from the North and Silver from the West From the South Perfumes Spices from the East From Gambo Gold and from the Ganges Jems Take a short Voyage underneath the Thames Once a deep River now with Timber floor'd And shrunk less navigable to a Ford. Now nothing more at Chatham's left to burn The Holland Squadron leisurely return And spight of Ruperts and of Albermarles To Ruyter's Triumph led the Captive Charles The pleasing sight he often does prolong Her Mast erect tough Cordage Timber strong Her moving shape all these he doth survey And all admires but most his easie Prey The Seamen search her all within without Viewing her strength they yet their Conquest doubt Then with rude shouts secure the Air they vex With gamesom joy insulting on her Decks Such the fear'd Hebrew Captive blinded shorn Was led about in sport the publick scorn Black day accurst on thee let no man hale Out of the Port or dare to hoyse a Sail Or row a Boat in thy unlucky hour Thee the Years Monster let thy Dam devour And constant time to keep his course yet right Fill up thy space with a redoubled Night When aged Thames was bound with Fetters base And Medway chaste ravisht before his face And their dear Offspring murder'd in their sight Thou and thy fellows held'st the odious light Sad chance since first that happy Pair was wed When all the Rivers grac'd their Nuptial bed And Father Neptune promis'd to resign His Empire old to their Immortal line Now with vain grief their vainer hopes they rue Themselves dishonour'd and the Gods untrue And to each other helpless couple mourn As the sad Tortoise for the Sea does groan But most they for their darling Charles complain And were it burnt yet less would be their pain To see that fatal pledge of Sea command Now in the Ravisher de Ruyter's hand The Thames roar'd swooning Medway turn'd her tyde And were they mortal both for grief had dy'd The Court in Farthing yet it self does please And female Steward there rules the four Seas But fate does still accumulate our woes And Richmond her commands as Ruyter those After this loss to relish discontent Some one must be accus'd by punishment All our miscarriages on Pett must fall His Name alone seems fit to answer all Whose

quin. Labiene jubes c. By Mr. John Ayloffe WHat should I ask my Friends which best wou'd be To live enslav'd or thus in Arms dye free If any force can honours price abate Or Vertue bow beneath the Blows of Fate If Fortune's Threats a steady Soul disdains Or if the Joys of life be worth the pains If it our Happiness at all import Whether the foolish Scene be long or short If when we do but aim at noble ends The attempt alone immortal Fame attends If for bad accidents which thickest press On Merit we should like a good cause less Or be the fonder of it for success All this is clear words in our Minds it strikes Nor Hamon nor his Priest can deeper fix Without the Clergies venial Cant and Pains Gods never frustrate Will holds ours in Chains Nor can we act but what th' All-wise ordains Who need no Voice nor perishing Word to awe Our wild Desires and give his Creatures Law Whate'er to know or needfull was or fit In the wise Frame of humane Souls is writ Both what we ought to do and what forbear He once for all did at our Birth declare But never did he seek out desert Lands To bury Truth in unfrequented Sands Or to a corner of the World withdrew Head of a Sect or partial to a few Nature's vast Fabrick is his House alone This Globe his Footstool and high Heaven his Throne In Earth Air Sea and in who e'er excells In knowing Heads and honest Hearts he dwells Why seek we then among these barren Sands In narrow Shrines and Temples built with hands Him whos 's dread Presence does all Places fill Or look but in our Reason for his Will And we e'er saw is God in all we find Apparent print of the eternal Mind Let flatt'ring Fools their course by Prophets steer And always of the future live in fear No Oracle or Dream the Crowd is told Can make me more or less resolv'd or bold But certain Death which equally on all Both on the Coward and the Brave must fall This said and turning with disdain about He left scorn'd and Hamon to the vulgar Rout. The Lord Lucas's Ghost 1687 FRom the blest Regions of eternal day Where Heaven-born Souls imbibe th' immortal Ray Where Liberty and Innocence reside Free from the Gripes of Tyranny and Pride Where pious Patriots that have shed their Blood For sacred Truths and for the publick Good Now rest secure from thence poor Isle I come To see thy Sorrows and bewail thy Doom Thy sore Oppressions and thy piercing Cry Disturbs our Rest and drowns our Harmony When stiff-neck'd Israel did their God reject And in his stead an Idol-King erect Heav'ns flaming Sword he brandish'd in his hand And dreadfull Thunder struck their sinfull Land Till Penitence atton'd his sinful Ire And quench'd the rage of his consuming fire But this poor Land still feels the dire Effect Of his just Wrath who his mild Reign reject Unhappy Isle how oft hast thou been curst With f lish Kings but this of all 's the worst The Fire the Plague the Sword are dreadful fiends This R l Plague all other far transcends From him the Fountain of all our Mischifs flows From him the Fire from him the War arose With Rome he plots Religion to o'erthrow With France combines to enslave the People too No Man must near his sacred Person come Unless he be for Tyranny and Rome With hardned Face he assaults the frail and fair Uses his Power the Vertuous to ensnare With Troops of Vice he conquers Liberty Depresses Virtue enthrones Tyranny Threatens the Coward fawns upon the Bold Debauches all with Power or with Gold Lift up thy Head afflicted Isle and hear The time of thy Deliverance draws near His full-blown Crimes will certainly pull down A slow but sure Destruction of his Crown His loathed Acts thy freedom's Birth shall cause Secure Religion produce wholesome Laws No more the Poor the Rich one shall devour No more shall Right yield to oppressive Power No more shall Rapine make the Country groan Nor Civil Wars shall Reign within the Town The Iron Scepter and the Tyrant's Hand Shall cease henceforth to bruise thy happy Land Rome's Hocus Pocus Ministers no more Shall cause Mankind their jugling Priests t' adore Thy Learned Clergy shall confound them all And they like Ely's Sons unpitied fall Dark Mists of Errors then must fly away And Hell's Delusions shrink from the bright day Truth 's sacred Light in full abundance shall Upon thy Teachers and thy People fall So when th' eternal Son was born to die For all the World the lesser Gods did fly His bright appearance struck their Prophets dumb And Death like Silence did their Gods intomb The tunefull Spheres with Hallelujahs rung Heaven's mighty Host with Man one Chorus sung Ne'er fading Glory unto God above Peace upon Earth to Men eternal Love Thus the Creation shouted with one Voice Thus Heaven and Earth did at his Birth rejoice And thus shall all repeat this Song again When upon Earth he shall begin to reign But this lov●d Isle shall be the chosen place Here shall the King of Kings begin his race Judea was his Cradle and the Tomb Britain shall be his Throne in time to come An EPITAPH ALgernoon Sidney fills this Tomb An Atheist by declaiming Rome A Rebel bold by striving still To keep the Laws above the Will And hindring those would pull them down To leave no limits to a Crown Crimes damn'd by Church and Government Oh! whither must his Soul be sent Of Heaven it must needs despair ●f that the Pope be Turn-key there And Hell can ne'er it entertain For there is all Tyrannick Reign And Purgatory's such a Pretence As ne'er deceiv'd a Man of Sense Where goes it then Where 't ought to go Where Pope and Devil have nought to do The Brazen-Head 1688 WHat strepitantious Noise is it that sounds From raised Banks or from the lower Grounds From hollow Caverns Labyrinths from far Threatning Confusions of a dreadfull War What dismal Cries of People in Despair Fill the vast Region of the troubled Air The Tune of Horror or of what 's as strange That strikes uneven like a World of Change With such a bold Surprize attacks my Sense Beyond the Power of Counsel or Defence But tho' blind Fortune rools her turning Wheel With a perpetual Motion who can feel This Surge of Fate push'd on with Fire and Steel You precious Moments of serener Days When many Victories enlarg'd my Praise And all things ran in a most easie Stream Back unto me their Ocean and Supreme Are you all vanish'd by the sudden Fright And left m' encompass'd with a dismal Night By my own Subjects in suspicion held Murmurings as bad as if they had Rebell'd You all controling Powers of things above Whose easier Dictates guide the World by Love Avert th' impendent Miseries and show Us Earthly Gods to govern here below The Answer 'T IS