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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A60595	Ingratitude reveng'd, or, A poem upon the happy victory of His Majesties naval forces against the Dutch, June the 3 and 4, 1665 under the auspicious conduct of His Royal Highness James Duke of York, Lord Admiral of England &c.	Smith, William, fl. 1660-1686.	1665 (1665)	Wing S4258; ESTC R26926	4,807	11

No means approaching Dangers left to shun Here all men know if they come any more Their hands not feet must bring them to the shore Here might be seen a helpless Pine had got 'Twixt winde and water an unlucky Shot But whilest the colder Element steals in She burns then a grand Combate doth begin Between old Neptune and the God of Fire Till in the conquering Waves he must expire Mean while her men need take no care for Graves Both crackling Flames and rough devouting Waves Are ready Death sits in 's Majestick weeds The furious Bullets take away their Heads Next comes a whistling Chain-shot sweeps away Hundreds from Vulcans rage into the Sea Though different Planets various Aspects reign'd When they were born they center in one end Let antique dayes forget their Actium now The stout Agrippa and Augustus too And let the Legends never more be seen Of mad Antonius or th' Egyptian Queen Nor let the Austrian Prince Lepanto name His Naval Conquest nor the Turkish shame Audacious Opdam toward the Duke does stear His Gouty Limbs included in a Chair Kindly salutes with his Broad-sides and then His Highness sharply answers him agen His ROYAL HIGHNESS on whose Conquering Brow So many Naval Coronets shall grow Here 's Eight of theirs with Four of ours engag'd Never till now thus dire Bellona rag'd One Ball by a sad inauspicious blow Muskerry Boyl and loved Falmouth slew Close by His HIGHNESS who undaunted stood Although besprinkled with their purple blood Now Opdam's wounded when a happy Shot Alters the Scene and spoils the present Plot. Oh happy Shot whose sure unerring blow Reliev'd His HIGHNESS and procured too Brave Smith an Honor and a lasting Name To live in the Eternal Books of Fame Whilest Opdam's End or th' Oriana's Fate Shall be lamented by the Hogen State Now Opdam's Ship takes fire high thunder spoke Belching up horrid Waves of flames and smoke Obnubilating the disturbed Skies A pitchy Cloud of Powder roaring flies Not so the vast Enceladus doth roar Shaking the Basis o' th' Trinacrian shore VVhen from hot Aetna's subterranean Caves Huge cinder'd Rocks curl'd Flames and Fumes he heaves This Tempest bears up all torn Members there Of half-dead Mortals flie i' th yielding Air Using an Art beyond Dedalian skill To mount Air 's Regions with no feathered Quill Men Decks Guns Tackling broken Planks and tall Masts i' th' same Chaos are evolved all And into Step-dame Thetis must fall low As Phaethon into the River Poe. Now might be seen upon the liquid Plain Two Foes though swimming fierce t' engage again Strugling together till both loose their breath Poor souls though foes in life yet friends in death Two brothers shaking hands forsake the light Both slain together take their last Good-night And dying thus in their own blood they lye Truely conjoyn'd in Consanguinity Here 's one whose Arms are gone then useful Limbs Yet wanting them alas a while he swims Thinking to catch kinde Planks till out of breath And wearied armless he embraceth Death But you thrice Noble thrice Illustrious Souls Whom immaturer Destiny Enrols Dear Victims to your grateful Countreys good VVho for your KING and Countrey spent your blood How must we mourn you Oh! those colder VVaves VVhereon you dy'd whereon such horror raves Are scarce with all their brackish Floods Supplies Enough to furnish our lamenting Eyes These HEROES knew it was a gallant toil To lose their Lives to save their Native Soil These were our Decii let our Matrons mourn Let th' Peoples Hearts be their eternal Urn And though the chiller Seas Entomb them now Tell the next Age what they and theirs do owe To such Deserts whilest in a doleful Knell We give our Salve and our last Farewel Oh happy Worthies if my humble Pen Could here have reacht the old Poetick Strain You should have lived Yet your lasting Fame Shall be Eterniz'd by a purer Flame The Dutch thus worsted and five Admirals slain Nine taken Eighteen sunk they strive to gain The Texel with the rest but many come A great way short of their desired Home But oh GREAT SIR the Title 's due to You Of Brittains Parent and its Refuge too In Your long happy and successful Raign Saturnian Ages will return again You many careful Nights Great Prince do make That we may all our rest securely take You by Your Royal Care and Wisdom know To guard us from our selves and from our Foe The proudest Nations on the Globe must Greet With stooping Sayls each Vessel of the Fleet Whilest by most Potent Princes YOU alone For the World 's feared Neptune shall be known And You Illustrious Sir by whose great Care And happy Conduct we successful are How many Naval Honors Triumphs you And Rostrate Columns doth your Countrey owe A Herd of Sheep with such a Chieftain might Tygers subdue and Leopards put to flight How can the Mastiff e're be conquered Whilest there 's a Royal Lyon for his Head VVhen Thetis saw you furrowing her Plains VVe may suppose she us'd these kinder strains Here 's He whose early Glories do out-run The envy'd Lustre of my VVarlike Son Whose worth in Honors-Field one hour declares Greater than he attained in ten years And oh Heroick Prince your Conduct too Subdues proud Holland with our Hearts also This Happy Victory can do no less Than Crown your former Labors with Success Brave Sandwich Lawson Ascugh Holms their Glory Shall in our Annals have a living Story With all the rest of those bold Worthies who Reveng'd their injur'd Countrey on its Foe And You the Noblest Patriots ever were Within those Walls your wise foreseeing Care With liberal hearts provide for fresh Supplies Knowing in Money War's best Sinews lyes What shall not England now not dare to do Embrac'd both by her Sovereign and You And thou oh stately City whose fair face Minerva Mercury Bellona grace Whose Arms and Arts astonish'd Europe owns Whose Trade the frigid and the torrid Zones VVhose double-named River kindly brings As Tribute useful and all precious things Rich Indian Harvests what is rare or strange Whilest his transparent Stream's the Worlds Exchange Thy helping hand was here What though that 's gone Which bore thy Name thy willing heart builds one Greater than She whom angry Fates no more Resolv'd should terrifie the Belgick shore Oh may thou flourish still secure from Foes VVhilest lucid Thames in his Meanders goes Through reedy Banks but slowly hast'ning thus To the Embraces of Oceanus FINIS * King James * Saturday the 3 of June at three of the Clock in the morning 1665 * Saturday 5 in the evening To His Majesty To the Duke of York To Prince Rupert To the Two Houses of Parliament To the City of London * London Frigat