With which he pleads his Brother's caufe fo 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 fhip, fragments of vessels torn,
Flags, arms, and Belgian carcafes, are borne:
And his despairing 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 fhore; and with a boisterous rage,
Does heaven at once, and earth, and fea, engage.
The Dutch, elsewhere, did through the watery field
Perform enough to have made others yield;
But English courage, growing as they fight,
In danger, noife, and flaughter takes delight:
Their bloody tafk, unweary'd ftill, they ply,
Only restrain'd by death or victory.

Iron and lead, from earth's dark entrails torn,
Like fhowers of hail, from either fide are borne:
So high the rage of wretched mortals goes,
Hurling their mother's bowels at their foes!
Ingenious to their ruin, every age

Improves the arts and inftruments of rage:
Death-haftening ills nature enough has fent,
And yet men ftill a thousand more invent!

But Bacchus now, which led the Belgians on
So fierce at first, to favour us begun :

Brandy and wine (their wonted friends) at length
Render them ufelefs, and betray their ftrength.

So corn in fields, and in the garden flowers,
Revive, and raise themselves, with moderate showers

But, over-charg'd with never-ceafing rain,
Become too moist, and bend their heads again.

Their reeling fhips on one another fall,
Without a foe, enough to ruin all.

Of this diforder, and the favouring wind,
The watchful English such 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 blefs:
The burning fhips, the taken, and the slain,
Proclaim his triumph o'er the conquer'd Main.
Nearer to Holland as their hafty flight
Carries the noise and tumult of the fight;
His cannons' roar, fore-runner of his fame,
Makes their Hague tremble, and their Amfterdam:
The British thunder does their houfes rock,
And the Duke seems at every door to knock.
His dreadful Streamer (like a comet's hair,
Threatening deftruction) haftens their defpair:
Makes them deplore their scatter'd fleet as loft;
And fear our present landing on their coaft.
The trembling Dutch th' approaching Prince behold,
As fheep a lion, leaping tow'rds their fold:

Thofe

Those piles, which serve them to repel the Main, They think too weak his fury to restrain. "What wonders may not English valour work, "Led by th' example of victorious York? "Or, what defence against him can they make, "Who, at such distance, does their country shake? "His fatal hand their bulwarks will o'erthrow; "And let in both the ocean and the foe." Thus cry the people—and, their land to keep, Allow our title to command the Deep : Blaming their States' ill conduct, to provoke Those arms, which freed them from the Spanish yoke. Painter! excuse me, if I have a-while

Forgot thy art, and us'd another style:

For, though you draw arm'd Heroes as they fit;
The task in battle does the Mufes fit:

They, in the dark confusion of a fight,
Difcover all; inftruct us how to write;
And light and honour 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 Mufes finile :
Their dictates here let thy fam'd pencil trace;
And this relation with thy colours grace.

Then draw the Parliament, the Nobles met;
And our Great Monarch high above them fet:
Like young Augustus let his image be,
Triumphing for that victory at sea;

* King Charles II

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Where Egypt's Queen, and Eastern Kings, o'erthrown,
Made the poffeffion of the world his own,
Laft draw the Commons at his royal feet,
Pouring out treasure to supply his fleet :
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 valour, conduct, and his country's love.

TO THE KING.

GREAT Sir! difdain not in this piece to ftand,

Supreme commander both of sea and land:
Those which inhabit the celeftial bower,
Painters exprefs with emblems of their power;
His club Alcides, Phoebus has his bow,
Jove has his thunder, and your navy You.
But your great providence no colours 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 valour and of force,
If your high wisdom govern'd not their course :
You as the foul, as the Firft Mover you
Vigour and life on every part beftow:

How to build fhips, and dreadful ordnance caft,
Inftruct the artifts; and reward their hafte.

* Cleopatra.

King Charles II.

So,

So, Jove himself, when Typhon heaven does brave, Defcends to vifit Vulcan's fmoky cave:

Teaching the brawny Cyclops how to frame

His thunder, mix'd with terror, wrath, and flame.
Had the old Greeks discover'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 Thunderer born.

A Prefage of the RUIN of the TURKISH EMPIRE: Prefented to his Majefty King JAMES II. on his Birth-Day.

SING

INCE James the Second grac'd the British throne, Truce, well-obferv'd, has been infring'd by none: Chriftians to him their prefent union owe,

And late fuccefs against the common foe :

While neighbouring princes, loth to urge their fate,
Court his affistance, and suspend their hate.
So angry bulls the combat do forbear,
When from the wood a lion does appear.
This happy day peace to our Island fent;
As now he gives it to the Continent.
A Prince more fit for fuch a glorious task,
Than England's King, from Heaven we cannot ask:
He (great and good!) proportion'd to the work,
Their ill-drawn swords shall turn against the Turk.

Such Kings, like stars with influence unconfin'd, Shine with afpect propitious to mankind;