Where he gives on, difpofing of their fates,
Terror, and death, on his loud cannon waits:
With which he pleads his Brother's cause so well,
He shakes the throne to which he does appeal.
The fea with spoils his angry bullets ftrow,
Widows, and Orphans, making as they go:
Before his Ship, fragments of Vessels torn,
Flags, arms, and BELGIAN carcaffes, are born:
And his defpairing foes, to flight inclin'd,
Spread all their canvas to invite the wind.
So, the rude BOREAS, where he lifts to blow,
Makes clouds above, and billows fly below,
Beating the shore; and with a boist'rous rage,
Does heav'n at once, and earth, and fea engage.
The DUTCH, elsewhere, did thro' the watry field
Perform enough to have made others yield;
But ENGLISH courage, growing as they fight,
In danger, noise, and flaughter, takes delight:
Their bloody task, unweary'd ftill, they ply,.
Only restrain'd by death, or victory.
Iron, and lead, from earth's dark entrails torn,
Like fhow'rs of hail, from either fide are born:
So high the rage of wretched mortals goes,
Hurling their mother's bowels at their foes!
Ingenious to their ruin, ev'ry age
Improves the arts, and inftruments, of rage:
Death-haft'ning ills nature enough has fent,
And yet men ftill a thousand more invent!
But BACCUS now, which led the BELGIANS ON So fierce at first, to favor us begun :
Brandy, and wine, (their wonted friends) at length
Render them useless, and betray their ftrength.
So corn in Fields, and in the garden flow'rs,
Revive, and raise themselves, with mod'rate fhow'rs:
But over-charg'd with never-ceafing rain,
Become too moift, and bend their heads again.
Their reeling fhips on one another fall,
Without a foe enough to ruin all.
Of this disorder, and the fav'ring wind,
The watchful ENGLISH fuch advantage find:
Ships fraught with fire among the heap they throw,
And up
the fo intangled BELGIANS blow.
The flame invades the powder-rooms; and then,
Their guns fhoot bullets, and their veffels men.
The fcorch'd BATAVIANS on the billows float;
Sent from their own, to pass in CHARON's, boat.
And now, our Royal Admiral fuccefs
(With all the marks of victory) does bless:
The burning fhips, the taken, and the flain,
Proclaim his triumph o'er the conquer'd Main.
Nearer to HOLLAND as their hafty flight
Carries the noife, and tumult, of the fight;
His cannons roar, fore-runner of his fame,
Makes their HAGUE tremble, and their AMSTERDAM;
The BRITISH thunder does their houses rock,
And the DUKE feems at every Door to knock.
His dreadful Streamer, (like a comet's hair,
Threat'ning deftruction) haftens their despair:
Makes them deplore their scatter'd fleet as loft;
And fear our prefent landing on their coaft.
The trembling DUTCH th' approaching Prince behold,
As theep a lion, leaping tow'rds their fold:
Those piles, which ferve them to repel the Main,
They think too weak his fury to restrain.
I
"What wonders may not ENGLISH valor work, "Led by th' example of victorious YORK?
"Or, what defence against him can they make, "Who, at fuch distance, does their country shake? “His fatal hand their bulwarks will o'erthrow
"And let in both the ocean, and the foe."
and their land to keep,
Allow our title to command the Deep:
Blaming their STATES' ill conduct, to provoke
Thofe arms, which freed them from the SPANISH yoke.
Painter! excufe me, if I have a-while
Forgot thy art and us'd another style:
For, tho' you draw arm'd Heroes as they fit;
The task in battle does the MUSES fit:
They, in the dark confufion of a fight,
Discover all; inftruct us how to write;
And light, and honor, to brave actions yield;
Hid in the fmoke, and tumult, of the field.
Ages to come fhall know that Leader's toil,
And his great name, on whom the MUSES fmile:
Their dictates here let thy fam'd pencil trace;
And this relation with thy colors grace.
Then draw the Parliament, the Nobles met;
And our
* Great Monarch, high above them set:
Like young AUGUSTUS let his image be,
Triumphing for that victory at fea;
Where + EGYPT's Queen, and EASTERN Kings, o'er
Made the poffeffion of the world his own.
Laft draw the Commons at his royal feet,
Pouring-out treasure to fupply his fleet:
Charles II. + Cleopatra.
They vow with lives, and fortunes, to maintain
Their KING's eternal title to the Main:
And, with a present to the DUKE, approve
His valor, conduct, and his country's love.
REAT SIR! disdain not in this piece to stand,
Supreme commander both of sea and land;
Thofe which inhabit the cœleftial bow'r,
Painters express with emblems of their pow'r;
His club ALCIDES, PHOEBUS has his bow,
Jove has his thunder, and your navy You.
But your great providence no colors here
Can reprefent; nor pencil draw that care,
Which keeps you waking, to fecure our peace,
The nation's glory, and our trade's increase:
You, for these ends, whole days in council fit;
And the diverfions of your youth forget.
Small were the worth of valor, and of force,
If your high wisdom govern'd not their course:
You as the foul, as the First Mover you,
Vigor, and life, on ev'ry part bestow:
How to build fhips, and dreadful Ord'nance caft,
Inftruct the artists; and reward their hafte.
So, Jove himself, when TYPHON heav'n does brave, Defcends to visit VULCAN's fmoaky cave:
Teaching the brawny CYCLOPS how to frame
His thunder, mix'd with terror, wrath, and flame.
Had the old GREEKS difcover'd your abode,
CRETE had not been the cradle of their God:
On that small island they had look'd with fcorn;
And in GREAT BRITAIN thought the Thund'rer born.
A Prefage of the Ruin of the TURKISH Empire: prefented to his Majesty King JAMES II. on his Birth-Day.
INCE JAMES the Second grac'd the BRITISH
throne,
Truce, well obferv'd, has been infring'd by none:
Christians to him their present union owe,
And late fuccefs against the common foe:
While neighb'ring Princes, loth to urge their fate,
Court his affiftance, and fufpend their hate.
So, angry bulls the combat do forbear,
When from the wood a lion does appear.
This happy day peace to our Ifland sent;
As now he gives it to the Continent.
A Prince more fit, for such a glorious task,
Than ENGLANDS King, from heav'n we cannot ask:
He, (great, and good!) proportion'd to the work,
Their ill-drawn fwords fhall turn against the TURK.
Such Kings, like ftars with influence unconfin'd,
Shine with aspect propitious to mankind;
Favor the innocent, repress the bold;
And, while they flourish, make an age of gold.
Bred in the camp, fam'd for his valor young;
At fea fuccessful, vigorous, and strong;
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