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On the death of that noble knight Sr John Harman, vvho died the 11th. of October, 1673.
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Wing O308; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.3[66]
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On the Death of that Noble Knight Sr JOHN HARMAN Who Died the 11th of October 1673. BRittania Queen of thâ— Ocean bad me write Something memorial of this Noble Knight It must be Great or nothing Nay said I Let Homers then or Virgils Poetry Record his Deeds 'T is not for meaner things To speak or think of Admirals or Kings But these are long since dead Must therefore die This Peerless Persons Glorious Memory No no that must not be Rather than fail Something to try I 'le with my self prevail The Sea-Nimphs prolling round the Watry World Caught up his Name when to and fro 't was hurld When Guns Drums Trumpets to the Clefts did sound His Fame and caus'd them back the same Rebound These to my Muse did courteously impart â—air naked Truths which need no Veils of Art When first in Youth some Voyages he made To prosecute Experience or Trade His worth disclos'd it self and made men see None was more English Mariner than he Tâ—ough hearty sturdy Oak our Ships do frame Our Seamen too if rightly stamp'd the same And such was this Well-timber'd Man be sure That such hard Storms and Bickerings could endure In former Wars Spain Portugal and Dutch Will all confess there were not many such Drake Blague and Harman Names that struck the Seas As Zisca Scanderbeg Hunniades Did quash the Land Foes hush'd their squaling Brats Only by naming these Great Potentates But if those former Acts of his must be Veil'd by Oblivion be it so yet he By Latter Deeds will have his Name preserv'd Wherein he hath his King and Country serv'd When Brittish Seas and Honour were assail'd By Belgian Rivals when the Plague prevail'd 1665 At home by which when most mens Courage fail'd He snatch'd some men from Death Commands and Man'd The Royal Charles by Royal Charles Command And then perform'd his Manly part how well Let both his Friends and Foes Spectators tell Next Year was Sixty six that fatal Time When Londons old Foundations burnt to Lime Rear Admiral of the White then appear'd And by his Foes he made his Henry fear'd Three Etna 's did at once beset Her round Some of her men were Burnt and some were Drown'd Yet then as if he did both Elements scoff He fought his Way and brought her bravely off His Leg but not his Courage broke and then He sympathized with his maimed men Knighted and Admiral made in Sixty seven With Fire-ships Two and fighting-ships Eleven T' America he Steers and did such Feats Dull Europeans will believe us Cheats If we but tell the Truth As How he storm'd Strong Martinico Wonders there perform'd Into their Harbour how he forc'd his Way Where Thirty Warlike French and Dutch then lay Burnt Nine sunk more the rest to scape his hands Did sink themselves to hide amongst the Sands Threé Forts he there Attaqu'd and Fir'd And then To Syrenham and Chian wafts his men Courage and Conduct there no less he shew'd Whereby he those Two Countreys soon subdu'd In Sev'nty two Vice-Admiral of the Blew He like a Tyger ' mongst the Dutchmen flew Nine Dutch begirt his Charles There sad to tell Three or four hundred of his Brave Men fell He paid them off and when no boot to stay He nobly brought his tattred Hull away Lastly in Sev'nty thrée this present Year His long-try'd Courage lasting did appear Vice Adm'ral of the Red. Though sick and weak When scarcely could he go or stand or speak Yet could he fight direct encourage see All well perform'd Meanwhile poor Gallant he Sate like a Mark for ev'ry shot in sight Upon the Quarter-deck in ev'ry Fight We 'l not reflect on any man nor tell Who did amiss only that He did well And having done his All he then gave o're He made to Port dropt Anchor came ashore Never to plough the briny Ocean more From midst of Storms Blood Noise Confusion Fires He cooly calmly peaceably Expires Whose Death Religious Living Actions were Valiant Iust Humble Patient and Sincere To His LADY Madam your loss is great we must confess But yet compar'd ours greater is yours less Yours is a Private ours a publique one In midst of storms Alas our Pilot's gone Learn hence the better to sustain your Cross Behold All England does lament your Loss To His SON YOu Martial Stripling from his Stock a slip Make good the Proverb Of th' old Block a chip To imitate him you 've gone pretty far That you a Youth command a Man of War He dy'd a Protestant and you I hope Will live to make a Tacque upon the Pope Learn not to Hector Drink Drab Swear and Play But as your Father did Think Fight and Pray O that of this sort all Commanders were Then Brittain should not need Invaders fear Nor Belgia vaunt at poor Brittania's wound When she shall hear th' old Harmans laid aground To His SEA-MEN MAriners mourn Dous Topsail wast your Flag Hand Streamers Furle Now Courage lyes a lag And sneaks abaft loose Anchor from the Bough For Navigation lyes a Backstays now With Theseus Sails cloath your tall Ships of War If you want Blacks besmear your selves with Tar. With your own hands while you lye thus becalm'd With Norway Gums let his Corps be Embalm'd And though you use not much to Weep yet here Augment the Ocean with a briny Tear Then wipe your Eyes Courage my Hearts aâ—â—â—â—â—… Hoyse Sails Give way do as you use and ought Cheer up Suzzau and let your Enemies find Though Harman's dead his Men are left behind FINIS London Printed in the Year 167â— With Allowance