000:00,000[' ]| 209:01,000[' ]| 209:01,000[' ]| 209:01,000[' ]| 209:01,000[' ]| 209:01,000[' ]| 209:01,000[' ]| 209:01,001[A ]| First draw the sea, that portion which between 209:01,002[A ]| The greater world and this of ours is seen; 209:01,003[A ]| Here place the British, there the Holland fleet, 209:01,004[A ]| Vast floating armies, both prepar'd to meet! 209:01,005[A ]| Draw the whole world expecting who shall reign, 209:01,006[A ]| After this combat, o'er the conquer'd main. 209:01,007[A ]| Make Heav'n concern'd and an unusual star 209:01,008[A ]| Declare th' importance of th' approaching war. 209:01,009[A ]| Make the sea shine with gallantry and all 209:01,010[A ]| The English youth flock to their Admiral, <10> 209:01,011[A ]| The valiant Duke, whose early deeds abroad 209:01,012[A ]| Such rage in fight and art in conduct show'd. 209:01,013[A ]| His bright sword now a dearer int'rest draws, 209:01,014[A ]| His brother's glory and his country's cause. 209:01,015[A ]| Let thy bold pencil hope and courage spread 209:01,016[A ]| Through the whole navy, by that hero led; 209:01,017[A ]| Make all appear, where such a prince is by, 209:01,018[A ]| Resolv'd to conquer or resolv'd to die. 209:01,019[A ]| With his extraction and his glorious mind 209:01,020[A ]| Make the proud sails swell more than with the wind; <20> 209:01,021[A ]| Preventing cannon, make his louder fame 209:01,022[A ]| Check the Batavians and their fury tame. 209:01,023[A ]| So hungry wolves, though greedy of their prey, 209:01,024[A ]| Stop when they find a lion in their way. 209:01,025[A ]| Make him bestride the ocean and mankind 209:01,026[A ]| Ask his consent to use the sea and wind; 209:01,027[A ]| While his tall ships in the barr'd channel stand, 209:01,028[A ]| He grasps the Indies in his armed hand. 209:01,029[A ]| Paint an east wind and make it blow away 209:01,030[A ]| Th' excuse of Holland for their navy's stay; <30> 209:01,031[A ]| Make them look pale and, the bold Prince to shun, 209:01,032[A ]| Through the cold north and rocky regions run. 209:01,033[A ]| To find the coast where morning first appears, 209:01,034[A ]| By the dark Pole the wary Belgian steers, 209:01,035[A ]| Confessing now he dreads the English more 209:01,036[A ]| Than all the dangers of a frozen shore, 209:01,037[A ]| While from our arms, security to find, 209:01,038[A ]| They fly so far they leave the day behind. 209:01,039[A ]| Describe their fleet abandoning the sea 209:01,040[A ]| And all their merchants left a wealthy prey. <40> 209:01,041[A ]| Our first success in war make Bacchus crown 209:01,042[A ]| And half the vintage of the year our own. 209:01,043[A ]| The Dutch their wine and all their brandy lose, 209:01,044[A ]| Disarm'd of that from which their courage grows, 209:01,045[A ]| While the glad English, to relieve their toil, 209:01,046[A ]| In healths to their great leader drink the spoil. 209:01,047[A ]| His high command to Afric's coast extend 209:01,048[A ]| And make the Moors before the English bend: 209:01,049[A ]| Those barbarous pirates willingly receive 209:01,050[A ]| Conditions such as we are pleas'd to give. <50> 209:01,051[A ]| Deserted by the Dutch, let nations know 209:01,052[A ]| We can our own and their great business do, 209:01,053[A ]| False friends chastise and common foes restrain, 209:01,054[A ]| Which, worse than tempests, did infest the main. 209:01,055[A ]| Within those straits make Holland's Smyrna fleet 209:01,056[A ]| With a small squadron of the English meet: 209:01,057[A ]| Like falcons these, those like a num'rous flock 209:01,058[A ]| Of fowl which scatter to avoid the shock. 209:01,059[A ]| There paint confusion in a various shape: 209:01,060[A ]| Some sink, some yield, and flying, some escape. <60> 209:01,061[A ]| Europe and Africa, from either shore, 209:01,062[A ]| Spectators are and hear our cannon roar, 209:01,063[A ]| While the divided world in this agree, 209:01,064[A ]| Men that fight so deserve to rule the sea. 209:01,065[A ]| But, nearer home, thy pencil use once more 209:01,066[A ]| And place our navy by the Holland shore. 209:01,067[A ]| The world they compass'd while they fought with Spain, 209:01,068[A ]| But here already they resign the main. 209:01,069[A ]| Those greedy mariners, out of whose way 209:01,070[A ]| Diffusive Nature could no region lay, <70> 209:01,071[A ]| At home, preserv'd from rocks and tempests, lie, 209:01,072[A ]| Compell'd, like others, in their beds to die. 209:01,073[A ]| Their single towns th' Iberian armies press'd; 209:01,074[A ]| We all their provinces at once invest, 209:01,075[A ]| And, in a month, ruin their traffic more 209:01,076[A ]| Than that long war could in an age before. 209:01,077[A ]| But who can always on the billows lie? 209:01,078[A ]| The wat'ry wilderness yields no supply: 209:01,079[A ]| Spreading our sails, to Harwich we resort, 209:01,080[A ]| And meet the beauties of the British court. <80> 209:01,081[A ]| Th' illustrious Duchess and her glorious train 209:01,082[A ]| (Like Thetis with her nymphs) adorn the main. 209:01,083[A ]| The gazing sea-gods, since the Paphian queen 209:01,084[A ]| Sprung from among them, no such sight had seen. 209:01,085[A ]| Charm'd with the graces of a troop so fair, 209:01,086[A ]| Those deathless powers for us themselves declare, 209:01,087[A ]| Resolv'd the aid of Neptune's court to bring 209:01,088[A ]| And help the nation where such beauties spring. 209:01,089[A ]| The soldier here his wasted store supplies 209:01,090[A ]| And takes new valor from the ladies' eyes. <90> 209:01,091[A ]| Meanwhile, like bees, when stormy winter's gone, 209:01,092[A ]| The Dutch (as if the sea were all their own) 209:01,093[A ]| Desert their ports, and falling in their way, 209:01,094[A ]| Our Hamburg merchants are become their prey. 209:01,095[A ]| Thus flourish they before th' approaching fight, 209:01,096[A ]| As dying tapers give a blazing light. 209:01,097[A ]| To check their pride, our fleet half-victual'd goes, 209:01,098[A ]| Enough to serve us till we reach our foes, 209:01,099[A ]| Who now appear so numerous and bold, 209:01,100[A ]| The action worthy of our arms we hold. <100> 209:01,101[A ]| A greater force than that which here we find 209:01,102[A ]| Ne'er press'd the ocean nor employ'd the wind. 209:01,103[A ]| Restrain'd a while by the unwelcome night, 209:01,104[A ]| Th' impatient English scarce attend the light. 209:01,105[A ]| But now the morning (Heav'n severely clear) 209:01,106[A ]| To the fierce work indulgent does appear, 209:01,107[A ]| And Phoebus lifts above the waves his light, 209:01,108[A ]| That he might see, and thus record, the fight. 209:01,109[A ]| As when loud winds from different quarters rush, 209:01,110[A ]| Vast clouds encount'ring, one another crush, <110> 209:01,111[A ]| With swelling sails so, from their several coasts, 209:01,112[A ]| Join the Batavian and the British hosts. 209:01,113[A ]| For a less prize, with less concern and rage, 209:01,114[A ]| The Roman fleets at Actium did engage; 209:01,115[A ]| They, for the empire of the world they knew, 209:01,116[A ]| These for the old contend and for the new. 209:01,117[A ]| At the first shock, with blood and powder stain'd, 209:01,118[A ]| Nor heav'n nor sea their former face retain'd; 209:01,119[A ]| Fury and art produce effects so strange, 209:01,120[A ]| They trouble nature and her visage change. <120> 209:01,121[A ]| Where burning ships the banish'd sun supply, 209:01,122[A ]| And no light shines but that by which men die, 209:01,123[A ]| There York appears, so prodigal is he 209:01,124[A ]| Of royal blood as ancient as the sea, 209:01,125[A ]| Which down to him, so many ages told, 209:01,126[A ]| Has through the veins of mighty monarchs roll'd! 209:01,127[A ]| The great Achilles march'd not to the field 209:01,128[A ]| Till Vulcan that impenetrable shield 209:01,129[A ]| And arms had wrought, yet there no bullets flew, 209:01,130[A ]| But shafts and darts which the weak Phrygians threw. <130> 209:01,131[A ]| Our bolder hero on the deck does stand 209:01,132[A ]| Expos'd, the bulwark of his native land: 209:01,133[A ]| Defensive arms laid by as useless here 209:01,134[A ]| Where massy balls the neighbouring rocks do tear. 209:01,135[A ]| Some power unseen those princes does protect, 209:01,136[A ]| Who for their country thus themselves neglect. 209:01,137[A ]| Against him first Opdam his squadron leads, 209:01,138[A ]| Proud of his late success against the Swedes, 209:01,139[A ]| Made by that action and his high command 209:01,140[A ]| Worthy to perish by a prince's hand. <140> 209:01,141[A ]| The tall Batavian in a vast ship rides, 209:01,142[A ]| Bearing an army in her hollow sides, 209:01,143[A ]| Yet not inclin'd the English ship to board, 209:01,144[A ]| More on his guns relies than on his sword; 209:01,145[A ]| From whence a fatal volley we receiv'd: 209:01,146[A ]| It miss'd the Duke, but his great heart it griev'd; 209:01,147[A ]| Three worthy persons from his side it tore 209:01,148[A ]| And dy'd his garment with their scatter'd gore. 209:01,149[A ]| Happy! to whom this glorious death arrives, 209:01,150[A ]| More to be valu'd than a thousand lives! <150> 209:01,151[A ]| On such a theatre as this to die, 209:01,152[A ]| For such a cause, and such a witness by! 209:01,153[A ]| Who would not thus a sacrifice be made 209:01,154[A ]| To have is blood on such an altar laid? 209:01,155[A ]| The rest about him struck with horror stood, 209:01,156[A ]| To see their leader cover'd o'er with blood: 209:01,157[A ]| So trembl'd Jacob, when he thought the stains 209:01,158[A ]| Of his son's coat had issu'd from his veins. 209:01,159[A ]| He feels no wound but in his troubled thought: 209:01,160[A ]| Before for honour, now revenge, he fought. <160> 209:01,161[A ]| His friends in pieces torn, the bitter news, 209:01,162[A ]| Not brought by fame, with his own eyes he views; 209:01,163[A ]| His mind at once reflecting on their youth, 209:01,164[A ]| Their worth, their love, their valor, and their truth; 209:01,165[A ]| The joys of court, their mothers, and their wives, 209:01,166[A ]| To follow him, abandon'd ~~ and their lives! 209:01,167[A ]| He storms and shoots, but flying bullets now, 209:01,168[A ]| To execute his rage, appear too slow: 209:01,169[A ]| They miss, or sweep but common souls away, 209:01,170[A ]| For such a loss Opdam his life must pay! <170> 209:01,171[A ]| Encouraging his men, he gives the word, 209:01,172[A ]| With fierce intent that hated ship to board 209:01,173[A ]| And make the guilty Dutch, with his own arm, 209:01,174[A ]| Wait on his friends, while yet their blood is warm. 209:01,175[A ]| His winged vessel like an eagle shows, 209:01,176[A ]| When through the clouds to truss a swan she goes: 209:01,177[A ]| The Belgian ship unmov'd, like some huge rock 209:01,178[A ]| Inhabiting the sea, expects the shock. 209:01,179[A ]| From both the fleets men's eyes are bent this way, 209:01,180[A ]| Neglecting all the business of the day. <180> 209:01,181[A ]| Bullets their flight, and guns their noise, suspend; 209:01,182[A ]| The silent ocean does th' event attend 209:01,183[A ]| Which leader shall the doubtful vict'ry bless 209:01,184[A ]| And give an earnest of the war's success, 209:01,185[A ]| When Heav'n itself, for England to declare, 209:01,186[A ]| Turns ship and men and tackle into air. 209:01,187[A ]| Their new commander from his charge is toss'd, 209:01,188[A ]| Which that young Prince had so unjustly lost, 209:01,189[A ]| Whose great progenitors, with better fate 209:01,190[A ]| And better conduct, sway'd their infant state. <190> 209:01,191[A ]| His flight tow'rds Heav'n th' asiring Belgian took, 209:01,192[A ]| But fell, like Phaethon, with thunder strook; 209:01,193[A ]| From vaster hopes than this he seem'd to fall, 209:01,194[A ]| That durst atttempt the British Admiral. 209:01,195[A ]| From her broadsides a ruder flame is thrown 209:01,196[A ]| Than from the fiery chariot of the sun, 209:01,197[A ]| That bears the radiant ensign of the day, 209:01,198[A ]| And she, the flag that governs in the sea. 209:01,199[A ]| The Duke (ill-pleas'd that fire should thus prevent 209:01,200[A ]| The work which for his brighter sword he meant), <200> 209:01,201[A ]| Anger still burning in his valiant breast, 209:01,202[A ]| Goes to complete revenge upon the rest: 209:01,203[A ]| So on the guardless herd, their keeper slain, 209:01,204[A ]| Rushes a tiger in the Lybian plain. 209:01,205[A ]| The Dutch, accustom'd to the raging sea, 209:01,206[A ]| And in black storms the frowns of Heav'n to see, 209:01,207[A ]| Never met tempest which more urg'd their fears 209:01,208[A ]| Than that which in the Prince's look appears. 209:01,209[A ]| Fierce, goodly, young! Mars he resembles when 209:01,210[A ]| Jove sends him down to scourge perfidious men, <210> 209:01,211[A ]| Such as with foul ingratitude have paid 209:01,212[A ]| Both those that led and those that gave them aid. 209:01,213[A ]| Where he gives on, disposing of their fates, 209:01,214[A ]| Terror and death on his loud cannon waits, 209:01,215[A ]| With which he pleads his brother's cause so well, 209:01,216[A ]| He shakes the throne to which he does appeal. 209:01,217[A ]| The sea with spoil his angry bullets strow, 209:01,218[A ]| Widows and orphans making as they go; 209:01,219[A ]| Before his ship fragments of vessels torn, 209:01,220[A ]| Flags, arms, and Belgian carcasses are borne, <220> 209:01,221[A ]| And his despairing foes, to flight inclin'd, 209:01,222[A ]| Spread all their canvas to invite the wind. 209:01,223[A ]| So the rude Boreas, where he lists to blow, 209:01,224[A ]| Makes clouds above and billows fly below, 209:01,225[A ]| Beating the shore, and, with a boist'rous rage, 209:01,226[A ]| Does Heav'n at once, and earth and sea, engage. 209:01,227[A ]| The Dutch elsewhere did through the wat'ry field 209:01,228[A ]| Perform enough to have made others yield, 209:01,229[A ]| But English courage, growing as they fight, 209:01,230[A ]| In danger, noise, and slaughter takes delight: <230> 209:01,231[A ]| Their bloody task, unweari'd still, they ply, 209:01,232[A ]| Only restrain'd by death, or victory. 209:01,233[A ]| Iron and lead, from earth's dark entrails torn, 209:01,234[A ]| Like show'rs of hail from either side are borne: 209:01,235[A ]| So high the rage of wretched mortals goes, 209:01,236[A ]| Hurling their mother's bowels at their foes! 209:01,237[A ]| Ingenious to their ruin, every age 209:01,238[A ]| Improves the arts and instruments of rage. 209:01,239[A ]| Death-hast'ning ills Nature enough has sent, 209:01,240[A ]| And yet men still a thousand more invent. <240> 209:01,241[A ]| But Bacchus now, which led the Belgiams on 209:01,242[A ]| So fierce at first, to favour us begun; 209:01,243[A ]| Brandy and wine (their wonted friends) at length 209:01,244[A ]| Render them useless and betray their strength. 209:01,245[A ]| So corn in field, and, in the garden, flowers 209:01,246[A ]| Revive and raise themselves with moderate showers, 209:01,247[A ]| But overcharg'd with never-ceasing rain, 209:01,248[A ]| Become too moist and bend their heads again. 209:01,249[A ]| Their reeling ships on one another fall, 209:01,250[A ]| Without a foe, enough to ruin all. <250> 209:01,251[A ]| Of this disorder and the favoring wind 209:01,252[A ]| The watchful English such advantage find 209:01,253[A ]| Ships fraught with fire among the heap they throw 209:01,254[A ]| And up the so-entangled Belgians blow. 209:01,255[A ]| The flame invades the powder-rooms, and then, 209:01,256[A ]| Their guns shoot bullets, and their vessels, men. 209:01,257[A ]| The scorch'd Batavians on the billows float, 209:01,258[A ]| Sent from their own, to pass in Charon's boat. 209:01,259[A ]| And now our royal Admiral success, 209:01,260[A ]| With all the marks of victory, does bless; <260> 209:01,261[A ]| The burning ships, the taken, and the slain 209:01,262[A ]| Proclaim his triumph o'er the conquer'd main. 209:01,263[A ]| Nearer to Holland, as their hasty flight 209:01,264[A ]| Carries the noise and tumult of the fight, 209:01,265[A ]| His cannons' roar, forerunner of his fame, 209:01,266[A ]| Makes their Hague tremble, and their Amsterdam. 209:01,267[A ]| The British thunder does their houses rock, 209:01,268[A ]| And the Duke seems at ev'ry door to knock. 209:01,269[A ]| His dreadful streamer, like a comet's hair, 209:01,270[A ]| Threat'ning destruction, hastens their despair, <270> 209:01,271[A ]| Makes them deplore their scatter'd fleet as lost 209:01,272[A ]| And fear our present landing on their coast. 209:01,273[A ]| The trembling Dutch th' approaching Prince behold, 209:01,274[A ]| As sheep a lion leaping tow'rds their fold. 209:01,275[A ]| Those piles which serve them to repel the main 209:01,276[A ]| They think to weak his fury to restrain. 209:01,277[A ]| What wonders may not English valor work, 209:01,278[A ]| Led by th' example of victorious York? 209:01,279[A ]| Or what defence against him can they make, 209:01,280[A ]| Who at such distance does their country shake? <280> 209:01,281[A ]| His fatal hands their bulwarks will o'erthrow 209:01,282[A ]| And let in both the ocean and the foe! 209:01,283[A ]| Thus cry the people, and their land to keep 209:01,284[A ]| Allow our title to command the deep, 209:01,285[A ]| Blaming their States' ill conduct to provoke 209:01,286[A ]| Those arms which freed them from the Spanish yoke. 209:01,287[A ]| Painter, excuse me, if I have a while 209:01,288[A ]| Forgot thy art and us'd another style, 209:01,289[A ]| For, though you draw arm'd heroes as they sit, 209:01,290[A ]| The task in battle does the Muses fit. <290> 209:01,291[A ]| They, in the dark confusion of a fight, 209:01,292[A ]| Discover all, instruct us how to write, 209:01,293[A ]| And light and honor to brave actions yield, 209:01,294[A ]| Hid in the smoke and tumult of the field. 209:01,295[A ]| Ages to come shall know that leader's toil 209:01,296[A ]| And his great name on whom the Muses smile. 209:01,297[A ]| Their dictates here let thy fam'd pencil trace, 209:01,298[A ]| And this relation with thy colors grace. 209:01,299[A ]| Then draw the Parliament, the nobles met, 209:01,300[A ]| And our great Monarch high above them set. <300> 209:01,301[A ]| Like young Augustus let his image be, 209:01,302[A ]| Triumphing for that victory at sea, 209:01,303[A ]| Where Egypt's queen and eastern kings o'erthrown 209:01,304[A ]| Made the possession of the world his own. 209:01,305[A ]| Last draw the Commons at his royal feet, 209:01,306[A ]| Pouring out treasure to supply his fleet; 209:01,307[A ]| They vow with lives and fortunes to maintain 209:01,308[A ]| Their King's eternal title to the main, 209:01,309[A ]| And with a present to the Duke approve 209:01,310[A ]| His valor, conduct, and his country's love. <310> 209:01,311[A ]| To the King 209:01,311[A ]| Great Sir, disdain not in this piece to stand, 209:01,312[A ]| Supreme commander both of sea and land! 209:01,313[A ]| Those which inhabit the celestial bower 209:01,314[A ]| Painters express with emblems of their power: 209:01,315[A ]| His club Alcides, Phoebus has his bow, 209:01,316[A ]| Jove has his thnder, and your navy you. 209:01,317[A ]| But your great providence no colors here 209:01,318[A ]| Can represent, nor pencil draw that care 209:01,319[A ]| Which keeps you waking to secure our peace, 209:01,320[A ]| The nation's glory, and our trade's increase. <320> 209:01,321[A ]| You for these ends whole days in council sit 209:01,322[A ]| And the diversions of your youth forget. 209:01,323[A ]| Small were the worth of valor and of force, 209:01,324[A ]| If your high wisdom govern'd not their course. 209:01,325[A ]| You as the soul, as the first mover, you, 209:01,326[A ]| Vigor and life on ev'ry part bestow: 209:01,327[A ]| How to build ships and dreadful ordnance cast, 209:01,328[A ]| Instruct the artists and reward their haste. 209:01,329[A ]| So Jove himself, when Typhon Heav'n does brave, 209:01,330[A ]| Descends to visit Vulcan'e smoky cave, <330> 209:01,331[A ]| Teaching the brawny Cyclops how to frame 209:01,332[A ]| His thunder mix'd with terror, wrath, and flame. 209:01,333[A ]| Had the old Greeks discover'd your abode, 209:01,334[A ]| Crete had not been the cradle of their god: 209:01,335[A ]| On that small island they had look'd with scorn 209:01,336[A ]| And in Great Britain thought the Thunderer born. 109:01,000@@@@@| 109:01,000[' ]| 109:01,000[' ]| 109:01,000[' ]| 109:01,000[' ]| 109:01,000[' ]| 109:01,000[' ]| 109:01,000[' ]| 109:01,000[' ]| 109:01,001[A ]| Nay Painter, if thou dar'st design that fight 109:01,002[A ]| Which Waller only courage had to write, 109:01,003[A ]| If thy bold hand can, without shaking, draw 109:01,004[A ]| What even the actors trembled when they saw 109:01,005[A ]| (Enough to make thy colours change like theirs 109:01,006[A ]| And all thy pencils bristle like their hairs) 109:01,007[A ]| First, in fit distance of the prospect vain, 109:01,008[A ]| Paint Allin tilting at the coast of Spain: 109:01,009[A ]| Heroic act, and never heard till now, 109:01,010[A ]| Stemming of Herc'les' Pillars with his prow! <10> 109:01,011[A ]| And how two ships he left the hills to waft, 109:01,012[A ]| And with new sea-marks Dover and Calais graft. 109:01,013[A ]| Next, let the flaming London come in view, 109:01,014[A ]| Like Nero's Rome, burnt to rebuild it new: 109:01,015[A ]| What lesser sacrifice than this was meet 109:01,016[A ]| To order for the safety of the fleet? 109:01,017[A ]| Blow one ship up, another thence does grow: 109:01,018[A ]| See what free cities and wise courts can do! 109:01,019[A ]| So some old merchant, to insure his name, 109:01,020[A ]| Marries afresh, and courtiers share the dame; <20> 109:01,021[A ]| So whatsoe'er is broke, the servants pay't, 109:01,022[A ]| And glasses are more durable than plate. 109:01,023[A ]| No mayor till now so rich a pageant feign'd, 109:01,024[A ]| Nor one barge all the companies contain'd. 109:01,025[A ]| Then, Painter, draw cerulean Coventry, 109:01,026[A ]| Keeper, or rather chanc'llor of the sea; 109:01,027[A ]| Of whom the captain buys his leave to die, 109:01,028[A ]| And barters or for wounds or infamy; 109:01,029[A ]| And more exactly to express his hue, 109:01,030[A ]| Use nothing but ultramarine blue. <30> 109:01,031[A ]| To pay his fees, the silver trumpet spends; 109:01,032[A ]| The boatswain's whistle for his place depends. 109:01,033[A ]| Pilots in vain repeat the compass o'er, 109:01,034[A ]| Until of him they learn that one point more: 109:01,035[A ]| The constant magnet to the pole does hold, 109:01,036[A ]| Steel to the magnet, Coventry to gold. 109:01,037[A ]| Muscovy sells us hemp and pitch and tar, 109:01,038[A ]| Iron and copper, Sweden; Munster, war; 109:01,039[A ]| Ashley, prize; Gawden victuals, Warwick Customs, Carteret 109:01,040[A ]| Sells pay, but Coventry does sell the fleet. <40> 109:01,041[A ]| Now let our navy stretch its canvas wings, 109:01,042[A ]| Swoll'n like his purse, with tackling like its strings, 109:01,043[A ]| By slow degrees of the increasing gale, 109:01,044[A ]| First under sale, and after under sail; 109:01,045[A ]| Then in kind visit unto Opdam's gout, 109:01,046[A ]| Hedge the Dutch in only to let them out. 109:01,047[A ]| So huntsmen fair unto the hares give law, 109:01,048[A ]| First find them and then civilly withdraw; 109:01,049[A ]| That the blind Archer, when they take the seas, 109:01,050[A ]| The Hamburg convoy may betray at ease. <50> 109:01,051[A ]| So that the fish may more securely bite, 109:01,052[A ]| The fisher baits the river overnight. 109:01,053[A ]| But, Painter, now prepare, t' enrich thy piece, 109:01,054[A ]| Pencil of ermines, oil of ambergris: 109:01,055[A ]| See where the Duchess, with triumphant tail 109:01,056[A ]| Of num'rous coaches, Harwich does assail! 109:01,057[A ]| So the land crabs, at Nature's kindly call, 109:01,058[A ]| Down to engender at the sea do crawl. 109:01,059[A ]| See then the Admiral, with navy whole, 109:01,060[A ]| To Harwich through the ocean caracole. <60> 109:01,061[A ]| So swallows, buri'd in the sea, at spring 109:01,062[A ]| Return to land with summer on their wing. 109:01,063[A ]| One thrifty ferry-boat of mother-pearl 109:01,064[A ]| Suffic'd of old the Cytherean girl; 109:01,065[A ]| Yet navies are but properties, when here 109:01,066[A ]| (A small sea-masque and built to court you, dear) 109:01,067[A ]| Three goddesses in one: Pallas for art, 109:01,068[A ]| Venus for sport, and Juno in your heart. 109:01,069[A ]| O Duchess! if thy nuptial pomp were mean, 109:01,070[A ]| 'Tis paid with int'rest in this naval scene. <70> 109:01,071[A ]| Never did Roman Mark within the Nile 109:01,072[A ]| So feast the fair Egyptian Crocodile, 109:01,073[A ]| Nor the Venetian Duke, with such a state, 109:01,074[A ]| The Adriatic marry at that rate. 109:01,075[A ]| Now, Painter, spare thy weaker art, forbear 109:01,076[A ]| To draw her parting passions and each tear; 109:01,077[A ]| For love, alas! has but a short delight: 109:01,078[A ]| The winds, the Dutch, the King, all call to fight. 109:01,079[A ]| She therefore the Duke's person recommends 109:01,080[A ]| To Brouncker, Penn, and Coventry, as friends: <80> 109:01,081[A ]| Penn much, more Brouncker, most to Coventry; 109:01,082[A ]| For they, she knew, were all more 'fraid than she. 109:01,083[A ]| Of flying fishes one had sav'd the fin, 109:01,084[A ]| And hop'd with these he through the air might spin; 109:01,085[A ]| The other thought he might avoid his knell 109:01,086[A ]| In the invention of the diving bell; 109:01,087[A ]| The third had tri'd it, and affirm'd a cable, 109:01,088[A ]| Coil'd round about men, was impenetrable. 109:01,089[A ]| But these the Duke rejected, only chose 109:01,090[A ]| To keep far off and others interpose. <90> 109:01,091[A ]| Rupert, that knew not fear, but health did want, 109:01,092[A ]| Kept state suspended in a chaise-volante; 109:01,093[A ]| All save his head shut in that wooden case, 109:01,094[A ]| He show'd but like a broken weatherglass; 109:01,095[A ]| But, arm'd in a whole lion cap-a-chin, 109:01,096[A ]| Did represent the Hercules within. 109:01,097[A ]| Dear shall the Dutch his twinging anguish know, 109:01,098[A ]| And feel what valour whet with pain can do. 109:01,099[A ]| Curst in the meantime be the trait'ress Jael 109:01,100[A ]| That through his princely temples drove the nail! <100> 109:01,101[A ]| Rupert resolv'd to fight it like a lion, 109:01,102[A ]| But Sandwich hop'd to fight it like Arion: 109:01,103[A ]| He, to prolong his life in the dispute 109:01,104[A ]| And charm the Holland pirates, tun'd his lute, 109:01,105[A ]| Till some judicious dolphin might approach 109:01,106[A ]| And land him safe and sound as any roach. 109:01,107[A ]| Hence by the gazetteer he was mistook, 109:01,108[A ]| As unconcern'd as if at Hinchingbrooke. 109:01,109[A ]| Now, Painter, reassume thy pencil's care; 109:01,110[A ]| It hath but skirmish'd yet, now fight prepare <110> 109:01,111[A ]| And draw the battle terribler to show 109:01,112[A ]| Than the Last Judgement was of Angelo. 109:01,113[A ]| First, let our navy scour through silver froth, 109:01,114[A ]| The ocean's burden and the kingdom's both, 109:01,115[A ]| Whose every bulk may represent its birth 109:01,116[A ]| From Hyde and Paston, burdens of the earth: 109:01,117[A ]| Hyde, whose transcendent paunch so swells of late 109:01,118[A ]| That he the rupture seems of law and state; 109:01,119[A ]| Paston, whose belly bears more millions 109:01,120[A ]| Than Indian carracks and contains more tuns. <120> 109:01,121[A ]| Let shoals of porpoises on ev'ry side 109:01,122[A ]| Wonder, in swimming by our oaks outvi'd, 109:01,123[A ]| And the sea fowl, at gaze, behold a thing 109:01,124[A ]| So vast, more strong and swift, than they of wing, 109:01,125[A ]| But, with presaging gorge, yet keep in sight 109:01,126[A ]| And follow for the relics of a fight. 109:01,127[A ]| Then let the Dutch, with well-dissembl'd fear, 109:01,128[A ]| Or bold despair, more than we wish, draw near, 109:01,129[A ]| At which our gallants to the sea but tender, 109:01,130[A ]| And more to fight their easy stomachs render, <130> 109:01,131[A ]| With breast so panting that at ev'ry stroke 109:01,132[A ]| You might have felt their hearts beat through the oak, 109:01,133[A ]| While one concern'd most, in the interval 109:01,134[A ]| Of straining choler, thus did cast his gall: 109:01,135[A ]| "Noah be damn'd and all his race accurst, 109:01,136[A ]| That in sea-brine did pickle timber first! 109:01,137[A ]| What though he planted vines! He pines cut down ~~ 109:01,138[A ]| He taught us how to drink and how to drown. 109:01,139[A ]| He first built ships and in that wooden wall, 109:01,140[A ]| Saving but eight, e'er since endangers all. <140> 109:01,141[A ]| And thou Dutch necromantic friar, be damn'd, 109:01,142[A ]| And in thine own first mortar-piece be ramm'd! 109:01,143[A ]| Who first invented cannon in thy cell, 109:01,144[A ]| Nitre from earth and brimstone fetch'd from Hell. 109:01,145[A ]| But damn'd and treble damn'd be Clarendine, 109:01,146[A ]| Our seventh Edward, and his house and line! 109:01,147[A ]| Who, to divert the danger of the war 109:01,148[A ]| With Bristol, hounds us on the Hollander; 109:01,149[A ]| Fool-coated gownman! sells, to fight with Hans, 109:01,150[A ]| Dunkirk; dismantling Scotland, quarrels France; <150> 109:01,151[A ]| And hopes he now hath bus'ness shap'd and pow'r 109:01,152[A ]| T' outlast his life or ours and 'scape the Tow'r; 109:01,153[A ]| And that he yet may see, ere he go down, 109:01,154[A ]| His dear Clarinda circl'd in a crown." 109:01,155[A ]| By this time both the fleets in reach debut, 109:01,156[A ]| And each the other mortally salute. 109:01,157[A ]| Draw pensive Neptune, biting of his thumbs, 109:01,158[A ]| To think himself a slave whos'e'er o'ercomes, 109:01,159[A ]| The frighted nymphs retreating to the rocks, 109:01,160[A ]| Beating their blue breasts, tearing their green locks. <160> 109:01,161[A ]| Paint Echo slain: only th' alternate sound 109:01,162[A ]| From the repeating cannon does rebound. 109:01,163[A ]| Opdam sails in, plac'd in his naval throne, 109:01,164[A ]| Assuming courage greater than his own, 109:01,165[A ]| Makes to the Duke and threatens him from far 109:01,166[A ]| To nail himself to 's board like a petar, 109:01,167[A ]| But in the vain attempt takes fire too soon 109:01,168[A ]| And flies up in his ship to catch the moon. 109:01,169[A ]| Monsieurs like rockets mount aloft and crack 109:01,170[A ]| In thousand sparks, then dancingly fall back. <170> 109:01,171[A ]| Yet ere this happen'd, Destiny allow'd 109:01,172[A ]| Him his revenge, to make his death more proud: 109:01,173[A ]| A fatal bullet from his side did range 109:01,174[A ]| And batter'd Lawson ~~ O too dear exchange! 109:01,175[A ]| He led our fleet that day too short a space, 109:01,176[A ]| But lost his knee, di'd since in Glory's race; 109:01,177[A ]| Lawson, whose valour beyond fate did go 109:01,178[A ]| And still fights Opdam through the lakes below. 109:01,179[A ]| The Duke himself (though Penn did not forget) 109:01,180[A ]| Yet was not out of danger's random set. <180> 109:01,181[A ]| Falmouth was there (I know not what to act ~~ 109:01,182[A ]| Some say 'twas to grow duke, too, by contact); 109:01,183[A ]| An untaught bullet in its wanton scope 109:01,184[A ]| Quashes him all to pieces and his hope. 109:01,185[A ]| Such as his rise such was his fall, unprais'd: 109:01,186[A ]| A chance shot sooner took than chance him rais'd. 109:01,187[A ]| His shatter'd head the fearless Duke distains 109:01,188[A ]| And gave the last-first proof that he had brains. 109:01,189[A ]| Berkeley had heard it soon and thought not good 109:01,190[A ]| To venture more of royal Harding's blood; <190> 109:01,191[A ]| To be immortal he was not of age 109:01,192[A ]| And did e'en now the Indian prize presage, 109:01,193[A ]| But judg'd it safe and decent (cost what cost) 109:01,194[A ]| To lose the day, since his dear brother's lost. 109:01,195[A ]| With his whole squadron straight away he bore, 109:01,196[A ]| And, like good boy, promis'd to fight no more. 109:01,197[A ]| The Dutch Urania careless at us sail'd, 109:01,198[A ]| And promises to do what Opdam fail'd. 109:01,199[A ]| Smith to the Duke does intercept her way 109:01,200[A ]| And cleaves t' her closer than the remora. <200> 109:01,201[A ]| The captain wonder'd and withal disdain'd, 109:01,202[A ]| So strongly by a thing so small detain'd, 109:01,203[A ]| And in a raging brav'ry to him runs; 109:01,204[A ]| They stab their ships with one anothers gun's; 109:01,205[A ]| They fight so near it seems to be on ground, 109:01,206[A ]| And e'en the bullets meeting bullets wound. 109:01,207[A ]| The noise, the smoke, the sweat, the fire, the blood, 109:01,208[A ]| Are not to be express'd nor understood. 109:01,209[A ]| Each captain from the quarter-deck commands; 109:01,210[A ]| They wave their bright swords glitt'ring in their hands. <210> 109:01,211[A ]| All luxury of war, all man can do 109:01,212[A ]| In a sea-fight, did pass betwixt the two, 109:01,213[A ]| But one must conquer, whosoever fight: 109:01,214[A ]| Smith took the giant and is since made knight. 109:01,215[A ]| Marlb'rough, that knew and dar'd, too, more than all, 109:01,216[A ]| Falls undistinguish'd by an iron ball: 109:01,217[A ]| Dear Lord! but born under a star ingrate, 109:01,218[A ]| No soul so clear, and no more gloomy fate. 109:01,219[A ]| Who would set up war's trade that meant to thrive? 109:01,220[A ]| Death picks the valiant out, the cow'rds survive. <220> 109:01,221[A ]| What the brave merit th' impudent do vaunt, 109:01,222[A ]| And none's rewarded but the sycophant; 109:01,223[A ]| Hence all his life he against Fortune fenc'd, 109:01,224[A ]| Or not well known or not well recompens'd. 109:01,225[A ]| But envy not this praise to 's memory: 109:01,226[A ]| None more prepar'd was or less fit to die. 109:01,227[A ]| Rupert did others, and himself, excel: 109:01,228[A ]| Holmes, Tyddiman, Myngs; bravely Samson fell. 109:01,229[A ]| What others did let none omitted blame; 109:01,230[A ]| I shall record, whos'e'er brings in his name. <230> 109:01,231[A ]| But (unless after stories disagree) 109:01,232[A ]| Nine only came to fight, the rest to see. 109:01,233[A ]| Now all conspires unto the Dutchman's loss: 109:01,234[A ]| The wind, the fire, we, they themselves, do cross, 109:01,235[A ]| When a sweet sleep the Duke began to drown 109:01,236[A ]| And with soft diadem his temples crown. 109:01,237[A ]| But first he orders all beside to watch, 109:01,238[A ]| That they the foe (whilst he a nap) should catch. 109:01,239[A ]| But Brouncker, by a secreter instinct, 109:01,240[A ]| Slept not, nor needs it; he all day had wink'd. <240> 109:01,241[A ]| The Duke in bed, he then first draws his steel, 109:01,242[A ]| Whose virtue makes the misled compass wheel: 109:01,243[A ]| So ere he wak'd, both fleets were innocent, 109:01,244[A ]| And Brouncker member is of Parliament. 109:01,245[A ]| And now, dear Painter, after pains like those, 109:01,246[A ]| 'T were time that thou and I too should repose. 109:01,247[A ]| But all our navy 'scap'd so sound of limb 109:01,248[A ]| That a small space serv'd to refresh its trim, 109:01,249[A ]| And a tame fleet of theirs does convoy want, 109:01,250[A ]| Laden with both the Indies and Levant. <250> 109:01,251[A ]| Paint but this one scene more, the world's our own; 109:01,252[A ]| The halcyon Sandwich does command alone. 109:01,253[A ]| To Bergen now with better maw we haste, 109:01,254[A ]| And the sweet spoils in hope already taste, 109:01,255[A ]| Though Clifford in the character appears 109:01,256[A ]| Of supercargo to our fleet and theirs, 109:01,257[A ]| Wearing a signet ready to clap on 109:01,258[A ]| And seize all for his master Arlington. 109:01,259[A ]| Ruyter, whose little squadron skimm'd the seas 109:01,260[A ]| And wasted our remotest colonies, <260> 109:01,261[A ]| With ships all foul return'd upon our way. 109:01,262[A ]| Sandwich would not disperse, nor yet delay, 109:01,263[A ]| And therefore (like commander grave and wise) 109:01,264[A ]| To 'scape his sight and fight, shut both his eyes, 109:01,265[A ]| And, for more state and sureness, Cuttance true 109:01,266[A ]| The left eye closes, the right Montagu, 109:01,267[A ]| And even Clifford proffer'd (in his zeal 109:01,268[A ]| To make all safe) t'apply to both his seal. 109:01,269[A ]| Ulysses so, till he the Sirens pass'd, 109:01,270[A ]| Would by his mates be pinion'd to the mast. <270> 109:01,271[A ]| Now may our navy view the wished port; 109:01,272[A ]| But there too (see the fortune!) was a fort. 109:01,273[A ]| Sandwich would not be beaten nor yet beat: 109:01,274[A ]| Fools only fight, the prudent use to treat. 109:01,275[A ]| His cousin Montagu (by Court disaster 109:01,276[A ]| Dwindl'd into the wooden horse's master) 109:01,277[A ]| To speak of peace seem'd among all most proper, 109:01,278[A ]| And Talbot then treated of nought but copper, 109:01,279[A ]| For what are forts, when void of ammunition? 109:01,280[A ]| With friend or foe what would we more condition? <280> 109:01,281[A ]| Yet we three days (till the Dutch furnish'd all ~~ 109:01,282[A ]| Men, powder, canon, money) treat with Wall. 109:01,283[A ]| Then Teddy, finding that the Dane would not, 109:01,284[A ]| Sends in six captains bravely to be shot, 109:01,285[A ]| And Montagu, though dress'd like any bride, 109:01,286[A ]| Though aboard him too, yet was reach'd and di'd. 109:01,287[A ]| Sad was this chance, and yet a deeper care 109:01,288[A ]| Wrinkles our membranes under forehead fair: 109:01,289[A ]| The Dutch armada yet had th' impudence 109:01,290[A ]| To put to sea to waft their merchants hence; <290> 109:01,291[A ]| For, as if all their ships of walnut were, 109:01,292[A ]| The more we beat them, still the more they bear; 109:01,293[A ]| But a good pilot and a fav'ring wind 109:01,294[A ]| Bring Sandwich back and once again did blind. 109:01,295[A ]| Now, gentle Painter, ere we leap on shore, 109:01,296[A ]| With thy last strokes ruffle a tempest o'er, 109:01,297[A ]| As if in our reproach the winds and seas 109:01,298[A ]| Would undertake the Dutch while we take ease. 109:01,299[A ]| The seas their spoils within our hatches throw, 109:01,300[A ]| The winds both fleets into our mouths do blow, <300> 109:01,301[A ]| Strew all their ships along the coast by ours, 109:01,302[A ]| As easy to be gather'd up as flow'rs. 109:01,303[A ]| But Sandwich fears for merchants to mistake 109:01,304[A ]| A man of war, and among flow'rs a snake. 109:01,305[A ]| Two Indian ships, pregnant with eastern pearl 109:01,306[A ]| And diamonds, sate the officers and Earl. 109:01,307[A ]| Then warning of our fleet, he it divides 109:01,308[A ]| Into the ports, and he to Oxford rides, 109:01,309[A ]| While the Dutch, reuniting to our shames, 109:01,310[A ]| Ride all insulting o'er the Downs and Thames. <310> 109:01,311[A ]| Now treating Sandwich seems the fittest choice 109:01,312[A ]| For Spain, there to condole and to rejoice; 109:01,313[A ]| He meets the French, but, to avoid all harms, 109:01,314[A ]| Slips to the Groin (embassies bear not arms!) 109:01,315[A ]| There let him languish a long quarentine 109:01,316[A ]| And ne'er to England come till he be clean. 109:01,317[A ]| Thus having fought we know not why, as yet, 109:01,318[A ]| We've done we know not what nor what we get: 109:01,319[A ]| If to espouse the ocean all the pains, 109:01,320[A ]| Princes unite and will forbid the bains; <320> 109:01,321[A ]| If to discharge Fanatics, this makes more, 109:01,322[A ]| For all Fanatic turn when sick or poor; 109:01,323[A ]| Or if the House of Commons to repay, 109:01,324[A ]| Their prize commissions are transferr'd away; 109:01,325[A ]| But for triumphant checkstones, if, and shell 109:01,326[A ]| For Duchess' closet, 't has succeeded well. 109:01,327[A ]| If to make Parliaments all odious pass; 109:01,328[A ]| If to reserve a standing force, alas! 109:01,329[A ]| Or if, as just, Orange to reinstate, 109:01,330[A ]| Instead of that, he is regenerate; <330> 109:01,331[A ]| And with four millions vainly giv'n as spent, 109:01,332[A ]| And with five millions more of detriment, 109:01,333[A ]| Our sum amounts yet only to have won 109:01,334[A ]| A bastard Orange for pimp Arlington! 109:01,335[A ]| Now may historians argue con and pro: 109:01,336[A ]| Denham saith thus, though Waller always so; 109:01,337[A ]| But he, good man, in his long sheet and staff, 109:01,338[A ]| This penance did for Cromwell's epitaph. 109:01,339[A ]| And his next theme must be of th' Duke's mistress: 109:01,340[A ]| Advice to draw Madam l'Edificatresse. <340> 109:01,341[A ]| Henceforth, O Gemini! two Dukes command: 109:01,342[A ]| Castor and Pollux, Aumarle, Cumberland. 109:01,343[A ]| Since in one ship, it had been fit they went 109:01,344[A ]| In Petty's double-keel'd Experiment. 109:01,345[A ]| To the King 109:01,345[A ]| Imperial Prince, King of the seas and isles, 109:01,346[A ]| Dear object of our joys and Heaven's smiles: 109:01,347[A ]| What boots it that thy light does gild our days 109:01,348[A ]| And we lie basking in thy milder rays, 109:01,349[A ]| While swarms of insects, from thy warmth begun, 109:01,350[A ]| Our land devour and intercept our sun? <350> 109:01,351[A ]| Thou, like Jove's Minos, rul'st a greater Crete 109:01,352[A ]| And for its hundred cities count'st thy fleet. 109:01,353[A ]| Why wilt thou that state-Daedalus allow, 109:01,354[A ]| Who builds thee but a lab'rinth and a cow? 109:01,355[A ]| If thou art Minos, be a judge severe 109:01,356[A ]| And in's own maze confine the engineer; 109:01,357[A ]| Or if our sun, since he so near presumes, 109:01,358[A ]| Melt the soft wax with which he imps his plumes 109:01,359[A ]| And let him, falling, leave his hated name 109:01,360[A ]| Unto those seas his war hath set on flame. <360> 109:01,361[A ]| From that enchanter having clear'd thine eyes, 109:01,362[A ]| Thy native sight will pierce within the skies 109:01,363[A ]| And view those kingdoms calm of joy and light, 109:01,364[A ]| Where's universal triumph but no fight. 109:01,365[A ]| Since both from Heav'n thy race and pow'r descend, 109:01,366[A ]| Rule by its pattern, there to reascend: 109:01,367[A ]| Let justice only draw and battle cease; 109:01,368[A ]| Kings are in war but cards: they're gods in peace. 109:01,000[' ]| 109:01,000[' ]| 109:01,000[' ]| 109:01,000[' ]| 109:01,000[' ]| 109:01,000[' ]| 109:01,000[' ]| 109:01,000[' ]| 109:01,000[' ]| 109:01,000[' ]| 109:03,000@@@@@| 109:03,000[' ]| 109:03,000[' ]| 109:03,001[A ]| Tell me, thou confidant of what is done 109:03,002[A ]| Abroad ere it at Rome be but begun, 109:03,003[A ]| Inform'd by stars, whose influences fall 109:03,004[A ]| With sure effect upon the dark Cabal. 109:03,005[A ]| A well drawn picture! I would know what hand, 109:03,006[A ]| Envious of royal honor, late hath stain'd 109:03,007[A ]| Valor and beauty with lamp-black defac'd, 109:03,008[A ]| And what he ought to worship hath disgrac'd. 109:03,009[A ]| Nor ask me where nor how long since this pass'd; 109:03,010[A ]| Bid me return; you will a figure cast. <10> 109:03,011[A ]| You, Sir, who can a whole year antedate 109:03,012[A ]| Commissions not yet issu'd out by Fate, 109:03,013[A ]| From east to west your judgment can explain 109:03,014[A ]| What ominous sparkles in last comet's train 109:03,015[A ]| Portended plagues, what wars, what dismal times, 109:03,016[A ]| What conflagrations, what these evil rhymes: 109:03,017[A ]| Wildfire of wit, made up in a close cell, 109:03,018[A ]| Where only night and conscious horror dwell, 109:03,019[A ]| Thence flung like balls, which, wheresoe'er they take, 109:03,020[A ]| "Twixt prince and people new combustions make. <20> 109:03,021[A ]| Resolve me where and when, since if you will, 109:03,022[A ]| Place can no more than time prescribe your skill, 109:03,023[A ]| Or earth or moon; men in your Merlin see 109:03,024[A ]| What is, what was, and what shall never be. 109:03,025[A ]| True, if in lust and wine he cares would drown, 109:03,026[A ]| He were the merry Laureate of the town, 109:03,027[A ]| Who, free from plots, with his own easy lays 109:03,028[A ]| Pleases himself nor labors for much praise. 109:03,029[A ]| These vapors of a spleen with guilt oppress'd, 109:03,030[A ]| Restless themselves, disturb the public rest, <30> 109:03,031[A ]| Awake our fears and jealousies create 109:03,032[A ]| Enough to put a frenzy in the state. 109:03,033[A ]| Or else if love and honor crown each page, 109:03,034[A ]| You well had read the champion of the stage: 109:03,035[A ]| Here the kind Duchess is forbid to mourn 109:03,036[A ]| When her Lord parts, or joy at his return. 109:03,037[A ]| Such checks against less ministers of state, 109:03,038[A ]| As on the great, reflect a popular hate. 109:03,039[A ]| Or if abuses strip and whip and sing 109:03,040[A ]| And in mistaken zeal his betters bring <40> 109:03,041[A ]| Under the petty lash of saucy rhymes, 109:03,042[A ]| He were the minor poet of the times. 109:03,043[A ]| Against the court this, with worse-meaning art, 109:03,044[A ]| Levels a polish'd but a poison'd dart. 109:03,045[A ]| Suggest the work of well-contriv'd and high, 109:03,046[A ]| A master-builder speaks in poetry. 109:03,047[A ]| Produce in me whose pressure sign'd by us, 109:03,048[A ]| Waller said always so, or Denham thus? 109:03,049[A ]| These credibilities lose credit: none 109:03,050[A ]| That treason speaks thus labors to be known. <50> 109:03,051[A ]| Go, fond imposter! Cheat some ruder age! 109:03,052[A ]| This sober malice is not Denham's rage ~~ 109:03,053[A ]| Denham whose wit and candor stand alone, 109:03,054[A ]| Or brooking to be rival'd but by one. 109:03,055[A ]| Waller, thou art too patient; right thy friend! 109:03,056[A ]| So shall the present age thy worth defend. 109:03,057[A ]| If thou beest silent and his straying muse, 109:03,058[A ]| Careless of fame, self-pleasing errord choose, 109:03,059[A ]| Denham accous'd would make a statue speak, 109:03,060[A ]| And melting rocks into soft numbers break: <60> 109:03,061[A ]| Whose brains, though strong, by stronger passions rack'd, 109:03,062[A ]| May yield, but 's loyalty was never crack'd. 109:03,063[A ]| Plead not both poets terse, both full and free, 109:03,064[A ]| When in the better part they disagree. 109:03,065[A ]| Deep is the stream, and broad, yet clear and still, 109:03,066[A ]| Nor chides aloud, that runs from Cooper's Hill. 109:03,067[A ]| So harmless fury, but how bold! how brave! 109:03,068[A ]| When he doth in his matchless Sophy rave. 109:03,069[A ]| This satirist in each insidious line 109:03,070[A ]| Declares no poet, but an assassine. <70> 109:03,071[A ]| Poets to profit promise or delight: 109:03,072[A ]| This seeks to do you ruin, and despite 109:03,073[A ]| His master. Speak, with what religious fear 109:03,074[A ]| He chastely wont t' approach his sacred ear: 109:03,075[A ]| No subject blasted with a pleasing tale, 109:03,076[A ]| Nor fellow servant, when he smil'd, look'd pale. 109:03,077[A ]| This in soft accents steals the public breast 109:03,078[A ]| And kills some noble fame at every jest. 109:03,079[A ]| This when two gems their emulous light display, 109:03,080[A ]| That in a true, this in a glist'ring ray, <80> 109:03,081[A ]| Vulgar spectators with distracted eyes 109:03,082[A ]| Gaze, or more highly the false jewel prize, 109:03,083[A ]| Till, to a skilful lapidary shown, 109:03,084[A ]| He parts the diamond from the Bristol stone. 109:03,085[A ]| Sage Merlin, I the face would fain descry, 109:03,086[A ]| That forehead, those pale cheeks, that hollow eye. 109:03,087[A ]| Then damp the windows, let no species pass, 109:03,088[A ]| Read a spell o'er thy necromantic glass. 109:03,089[A ]| For nonsense spare Albumazar and quack 109:03,090[A ]| Three lines of thy more pow'rful alanac. <90> 109:03,091[A ]| Wot ye the man that blemishes his friend, 109:03,092[A ]| Reviles his Prince, scarce any can commend? 109:03,093[A ]| Nothing his froward humor satisfies: 109:03,094[A ]| The Duke that conquers or the Earl that dies. 109:03,095[A ]| Fight Sandwich well, he is without dispute 109:03,096[A ]| A coward, for he brought aboard a lute. 109:03,097[A ]| The Lesbian lord no less on vocal string 109:03,098[A ]| The ills of sea, the ills of war did sing. 109:03,099[A ]| That lyre which grac'd his cabin, with him sent 109:03,100[A ]| Abroad, did ease the ills of banishment. <100> 109:03,101[A ]| Yet, ere he go, a Duke and Prince must claim 109:03,102[A ]| Nothing yet acted to succeed in blame. 109:03,103[A ]| Who thus can at a venture hate, doth hate 109:03,104[A ]| Not this nor that commander but the State: 109:03,105[A ]| At variance with himself, whose youth and age 109:03,106[A ]| Confronted in a mortal feud engage, 109:03,107[A ]| A court-spy and an evil counsellor, 109:03,108[A ]| A soph-divine, a mock-philosopher, 109:03,109[A ]| Many in one, one from himself another, 109:03,110[A ]| Two States, two Churches in the same false brother. <110> 109:03,111[A ]| For him saints, poets, princes to revile, 109:03,112[A ]| And wound their glories with unhallow'd style. 109:03,113[A ]| Prometheus, when he would dull clay inspire, 109:03,114[A ]| Mounts up aloft, brings down celestial fire; 109:03,115[A ]| This Angelo sticks not, that he may well 109:03,116[A ]| Limn a despair, to fetch a coal from Hell ~~ 109:03,117[A ]| Ill schoalrs, that can speak in trope and scheme, 109:03,118[A ]| Methodically treason and blaspheme! 109:03,119[A ]| Why at the Chancellor so much repine 109:03,120[A ]| As for his sake to curse the royal line? <120> 109:03,121[A ]| When Turnus would the Phrygian leader wound, 109:03,122[A ]| Heaving a mighty millstone from the ground, 109:03,123[A ]| Such as nine men of our degenerate world 109:03,124[A ]| Could scarce have mov'd, he at Aeneas hurl'd. 109:03,125[A ]| Our race, though lesser grown, doth louder roar, 109:03,126[A ]| Bombing out imprecations cannon-bore. 109:03,127[A ]| The sluggish rock fell at the hero's feet; 109:03,128[A ]| So words fall short, more angry than discreet. 109:03,129[A ]| Oh! at this commonplace he doth rehearse, 109:03,130[A ]| Imprimis, items, articles in verse: <130> 109:03,131[A ]| For Scotland slighted, for a daughter marri'd, 109:03,132[A ]| For Dunkirk parted with, the Queen miscarri'd; 109:03,133[A ]| His person hates, nor his alliance spares, 109:03,134[A ]| Settles an execration on his heirs. 109:03,135[A ]| Look to your title ere you further rail: 109:03,136[A ]| That hero's faith shall cut off the entail. 109:03,137[A ]| Dear to his Prince, and with the senate fair, 109:03,138[A ]| Stands he absolved at Apollo's bar, 109:03,139[A ]| Nor by my lines but his best offspring prais'd, 109:03,140[A ]| Confutes that curse, above vain libels rais'd, <140> 109:03,141[A ]| Sons bred like noblemen of old, whose care 109:03,142[A ]| Virtue and business was, and when to spare: 109:03,143[A ]| In these more than his envi'd charges great, 109:03,144[A ]| May he survive and calumny defeat, 109:03,145[A ]| Himself content this royal badge to bear, 109:03,146[A ]| Still well to act though still he worse should hear; 109:03,147[A ]| Whose loyal thoughts can hope nor joy alone, 109:03,148[A ]| But counts his master's welfare most his own; 109:03,149[A ]| Next, lest his Royal Highness should be harm'd, 109:03,150[A ]| Regardless of himself, is most alarm'd. <150> 109:03,151[A ]| Slanders at random flying don't impeach 109:03,152[A ]| That noble breast which Opdam could not reach. 109:03,153[A ]| What cares Detraction, planted in the dark, 109:03,154[A ]| Having selected out the fairest mark, 109:03,155[A ]| Whether it true or seeming crimes object? 109:03,156[A ]| Nor highest birth nor merit shall protect 109:03,157[A ]| Him that great James's courage dares deny; 109:03,158[A ]| The same may question his loyalty, 109:03,159[A ]| Then follow the Dutch justice with applause 109:03,160[A ]| And in the end revive the Good Old Cause. <160> 109:03,161[A ]| What other in these realms an heart doth bear 109:03,162[A ]| So full of reverence and so void of fear? 109:03,163[A ]| Such one of us if our just Sovereign knew, 109:03,164[A ]| To make him next the greatest were his due, 109:03,165[A ]| One to fierce times a safe example shown, 109:03,166[A ]| Born to approach and stay a tott'ring throne. 109:03,167[A ]| If Nature's frame should start, Atlas might cease 109:03,168[A ]| To fear, assisted by this Hercules. 109:03,169[A ]| Though 'tis fit th' encroaching Dutchmen be chastis'd, 109:03,170[A ]| England, of her late daring Prince advis'd, <170> 109:03,171[A ]| Forbears too cheaply to expose her hope, 109:03,172[A ]| To storm a castle or a cannon stop. 109:03,173[A ]| At too great odds our danger we invited 109:03,174[A ]| Who ventur'd what no conquest had requited. 109:03,175[A ]| Let soaring pens those acts commit to fame; 109:03,176[A ]| His loyal zeal my duty shall inflame. 109:03,177[A ]| Good Lilly, one thing more, for thou of face 109:03,178[A ]| As well as hands the crooked lines can'st trace, 109:03,179[A ]| What means his various count'nance? Does that smile 109:03,180[A ]| Relate t' his country or Sir William's Isle? <180> 109:03,181[A ]| Which if it do, we rightly may infer, 109:03,182[A ]| He is of France some secret pensioner. 109:03,183[A ]| Unfold those wrinkled membranes. Is that crease 109:03,184[A ]| Concern'd in a Dutch honorable peace? 109:03,185[A ]| You ill persuade me that his country's love 109:03,186[A ]| Doth knit those brows and twinkling eyelids move. 109:03,187[A ]| Go, tear thy trig, break thy ill-printed glass; 109:03,188[A ]| Right reason will a better judgment pass. 109:03,189[A ]| Who draws the landscape of our woes, our wracks, 109:03,190[A ]| Disasters, errors, aggravates our tax; <190> 109:03,191[A ]| What every faithful subject ought to hide 109:03,192[A ]| (His country's shame) makes his delight and pride. 109:03,193[A ]| Words prove the man: Caesar could not have wrote 109:03,194[A ]| So well unless as well he could have fought. 109:03,195[A ]| He that dares with a flaming London sport, 109:03,196[A ]| If fear to act what fearless to report, 109:03,197[A ]| Would not perhaps the city warp in flames, 109:03,198[A ]| Cover with flying boats the busy Thames, 109:03,199[A ]| Yet be content a town in ashes sit 109:03,200[A ]| To guide the pencil of his wanton wit. <200> 109:03,201[A ]| Wisely that great metropolis thought meet 109:03,202[A ]| To be insur'd amidst the royal fleet 109:03,203[A ]| (Pledge that this pile, refin'd from dust and guilt, 109:03,204[A ]| Shall be by no less grateful Charles rebuilt). 109:03,205[A ]| Of war and peace he, wiser than the State 109:03,206[A ]| And juster than the King, dares arbitrate. 109:03,207[A ]| Knows he the Dutch, whose valor he doth raise? 109:03,208[A ]| Or where they trade whose justice he doth praise? 109:03,209[A ]| Betwixt the Sluys and Ems is a short span; 109:03,210[A ]| Their greatest province is the ocean; <210> 109:03,211[A ]| This cover'd with unnumber'd vessels groans, 109:03,212[A ]| From either pole to waft their galleons. 109:03,213[A ]| A nation seated where the Rhine doth fall, 109:03,214[A ]| The Rhine, the Maas, the Yssel, and the Waal ~~ 109:03,215[A ]| Hides the robb'd world within her shelves and sands, 109:03,216[A ]| As Tunis safe behind the Sirte stands. 109:03,217[A ]| She from disfurnish'd realms her stores doth swell, 109:03,218[A ]| Can buy a famine and a famine sell, 109:03,219[A ]| Defective Nature hath suppli'd with art, 109:03,220[A ]| Though barren, yet the universal mart, <220> 109:03,221[A ]| Whose thrifty prudence might of praise partake, 109:03,222[A ]| If she the sacred thirst of gold could slake. 109:03,223[A ]| Her infants thrown upon the falling Rhine 109:03,224[A ]| (Which doth a native Hollander define) 109:03,225[A ]| Born in a cabin, grow upon the main 109:03,226[A ]| And wander all about the liquid plain 109:03,227[A ]| In swimming wagons to th' Antipodes. 109:03,228[A ]| The Dutchman is the Tartar of the seas, 109:03,229[A ]| And no less cruel, if his gain command, 109:03,230[A ]| To sack a fleet or to unplant a land; <230> 109:03,231[A ]| Old friendship slights, now rich and potent grown, 109:03,232[A ]| Nor bless'd enough till he be blest alone. 109:03,233[A ]| Their policies our naval force defy, 109:03,234[A ]| For whom they cannot conquer they outbuy. 109:03,235[A ]| The Portuguese their right resign, and we 109:03,236[A ]| More than their men of war their factors flee. 109:03,237[A ]| Did brave Emanuel, upon this design, 109:03,238[A ]| Double the Cape and first twice cut the Line? 109:03,239[A ]| Or bless'd Elizabeth open to the West 109:03,240[A ]| The untouch'd riches of the frozen East, <240> 109:03,241[A ]| Venturing, like Jason for the golden ram, 109:03,242[A ]| Spices and furs to find for Amsterdam? 109:03,243[A ]| By force or fraud Lisbon and London, made 109:03,244[A ]| Brokers to carry on the Holland trade, 109:03,245[A ]| Are near excluded through expression: 109:03,246[A ]| That from the torrid, this the frigid zone. 109:03,247[A ]| Thinks the deep Siren with one pleasing charm 109:03,248[A ]| The King and angry senate to disarm? 109:03,249[A ]| Since our discovering Monarch, whom he styles 109:03,250[A ]| Imperial Prince, King of the Seas and Isles, <250> 109:03,251[A ]| Led by his counsel, he would but prefer 109:03,252[A ]| In his own island to be prisoner. 109:03,253[A ]| Great politician! Should our fleet at ease 109:03,254[A ]| Ride in vain triumph o'er the Narrow Seas, 109:03,255[A ]| Waiting our baffled carracks with half freight 109:03,256[A ]| Return'd from India, to convoy in state? 109:03,257[A ]| Or while their busses on our rifled shore 109:03,258[A ]| Be fully fraught, look on, and keep the door? 109:03,259[A ]| Such gilded pleasure-boats with pasteboard guns 109:03,260[A ]| Neptune ne'er saw, nor of so many tons. <260> 109:03,261[A ]| Then void the court and let thy painted muse 109:03,262[A ]| With flatt'ring strains some foreign prince abuse. 109:03,263[A ]| Our duller clime can never read aright 109:03,264[A ]| Thy grave advice nor on known worth requite. 109:03,265[A ]| Such wisdom slighted here would be address'd 109:03,266[A ]| To the puissant Monarch of the West 109:03,267[A ]| He would reward thee with fit title (thing) 109:03,268[A ]| And Counselor to the thrice Christian King, 109:03,269[A ]| Or, if a kindness where thou seem'st dost bear, 109:03,270[A ]| To thy beloved Hollander declare. <270> 109:03,271[A ]| Though he a while himself absolved call 109:03,272[A ]| (Himself the judge, himself the criminal); 109:03,273[A ]| Though thousand ships from all the compass round 109:03,274[A ]| Sail, these for Holland, these for Zeeland bound; 109:03,275[A ]| France with the States, the States with Denmark join, 109:03,276[A ]| And all the world stand neuter or combine; 109:03,277[A ]| Nay, England, too; the Belgic pride doth owe 109:03,278[A ]| To wrong'd mankind her sudden overthrow. 109:03,279[A ]| In vain they would by craft or wealth prevail: 109:03,280[A ]| Not Fortune but Astraea holds the scale, <280> 109:03,281[A ]| Who doth examine with impartial weights 109:03,282[A ]| The rise and fall of kingdoms and of states. 109:03,283[A ]| They levy soldiers, new alliance seek, 109:03,284[A ]| Equip armadas, block up every creek, 109:03,285[A ]| Securer, had they in this balance laid, 109:03,286[A ]| Arms set aside, the laws of peace and trade. 109:02,000@@@@@| 109:02,000[' ]| 109:02,000[' ]| 109:02,001[A ]| Sandwich in Spain now, and the Duke in love, 109:02,002[A ]| Let's with new Gen'rals a new painter prove: 109:02,003[A ]| Lely's a Dutchman, danger in his art; 109:02,004[A ]| His pencils may intelligence impart. 109:02,005[A ]| Thou, Gibson, that among thy navy small 109:02,006[A ]| Of marshall'd shells commandest admiral 109:02,007[A ]| (Thyself so slender that thou show'st no more 109:02,008[A ]| Than barnacle new-hatch'd of them before) 109:02,009[A ]| Come, mix thy water-colours and express, 109:02,010[A ]| Drawing in little, how we do yet less. <10> 109:02,011[A ]| First paint me George and Rupert, rattling far 109:02,012[A ]| Within one box, like the two dice of war, 109:02,013[A ]| And let the terror of their linked name 109:02,014[A ]| Fly through the air like chain-shot, tearing fame. 109:02,015[A ]| Jove in one cloud did scarcely ever wrap 109:02,016[A ]| Lightning so fierce, but never such a clap! 109:02,017[A ]| United Gen'rals! sure the only spell 109:02,018[A ]| Wherewith United Provinces to quell. 109:02,019[A ]| Alas, e'en they, though shell'd in treble oak, 109:02,020[A ]| Will prove an addle egg with double yolk. <20> 109:02,021[A ]| And therefore next uncouple either hound 109:02,022[A ]| And loo them at two hares ere one be found. 109:02,023[A ]| Rupert to Beaufort hallow, "Ay there, Rupert!" 109:02,024[A ]| Like the fantastic hunting of St. Hubert 109:02,025[A ]| When he, with airy hounds and horn of air, 109:02,026[A ]| Pursues by Fountainebleau the witchy hare ~~ 109:02,027[A ]| Deep providence of state that could so soon 109:02,028[A ]| Fight Beaufort here ere he had quit Toulon! 109:02,029[A ]| So have I seen, ere human quarrels rise, 109:02,030[A ]| Foreboding meteors combat with the skies. <30> 109:02,031[A ]| But let the Prince to fight with Rumour go; 109:02,032[A ]| The Gen'ral meets a more substantial foe. 109:02,033[A ]| Ruyter he spies, and full of youthful heat, 109:02,034[A ]| Though half their number, thinks his odds too great. 109:02,035[A ]| The fowler, so, watches the wat'ry spot, 109:02,036[A ]| And more the fowl, hopes for the better shot. 109:02,037[A ]| Though such a limb were from his navy torn, 109:02,038[A ]| He found no weakness yet, like Sampson shorn. 109:02,039[A ]| But swoll'n with sense of former glory won, 109:02,040[A ]| Thought Monck must be by Albemarle outdone. <40> 109:02,041[A ]| Little he knew, with the same arm and sword, 109:02,042[A ]| How far the gentleman outcuts the lord. 109:02,043[A ]| Ruyter, inferior unto none for heart, 109:02,044[A ]| Superior now in number and in art, 109:02,045[A ]| Ask'd if he thought, as once our rebel nation, 109:02,046[A ]| To conquer theirs too by a declaration? 109:02,047[A ]| And threatens, though he now so proudly sail, 109:02,048[A ]| He shall tread back his Iter Boreale. 109:02,049[A ]| This said, he the short period, ere it ends, 109:02,050[A ]| With iron words from brazen mouths extends. <50> 109:02,051[A ]| Monck yet prevents him ere the navies meet 109:02,052[A ]| And charges in, himself alone a fleet, 109:02,053[A ]| And with so quick and frequent motion wound 109:02,054[A ]| His murd'ring sides about, the ship seem'd round, 109:02,055[A ]| And the exchanges of his circling tire 109:02,056[A ]| Like whirling hoops show'd of triumphal fire. 109:02,057[A ]| Single he does at their whole navy aim 109:02,058[A ]| And shoots them through a porcupine of flame. 109:02,059[A ]| He plays with danger and his bullets trolls 109:02,060[A ]| (As 'twere at trou-madam) through all their howls. <60> 109:02,061[A ]| In noise so regular his cannon met 109:02,062[A ]| You'd think that thunder were to music set. 109:02,063[A ]| Ah, had the rest but kept a time as true, 109:02,064[A ]| What age could such a martial consort shew? 109:02,065[A ]| The list'ning air unto the distant shore 109:02,066[A ]| Through secret pipes conveys the tuned roar, 109:02,067[A ]| Till, as the echoes vanishing abate, 109:02,068[A ]| Men feel a deaf sound like the pulse of Fate. 109:02,069[A ]| If Fate expire, let Monck her place supply: 109:02,070[A ]| His guns determine who shall live or die. <70> 109:02,071[A ]| But Victory does always hate a rant: 109:02,072[A ]| Valour her brave, but Skill is her gallant. 109:02,073[A ]| Ruyter no less with virtuous envy burns 109:02,074[A ]| And prodigies for miracles returns. 109:02,075[A ]| Yet she observ'd how still his iron balls 109:02,076[A ]| Bricol'd in vain against our oaken walls, 109:02,077[A ]| And the hard pellets fell away as dead, 109:02,078[A ]| Which our enchanted timber fillipped. 109:02,079[A ]| "Leave then," said she, "th' invulnerable keel; 109:02,080[A ]| We'll find their foible, like Achilles' heel." <80> 109:02,081[A ]| He, quickly taught, pours in continual clouds 109:02,082[A ]| Of chain'd dilemmas through our sinewy shrouds. 109:02,083[A ]| Forests of masts fall with their rude embrace; 109:02,084[A ]| Our stiff sails, mash'd, are netted into lace, 109:02,085[A ]| Till our whole navy lay their wanton mark, 109:02,086[A ]| Nor any ship could sail but as the ark. 109:02,087[A ]| Shot in the wing, so, at the powder's call 109:02,088[A ]| The disappointed bird does flutt'ring fall. 109:02,089[A ]| Yet Monck, disabl'd, still much courage shows 109:02,090[A ]| That none into his mortal gripe durst close. <90> 109:02,091[A ]| So an old bustard, maim'd, yet loath to yield, 109:02,092[A ]| Duels the fowler in Newmarket field. 109:02,093[A ]| But soon he found 'twas in vain to fight 109:02,094[A ]| And imps his plumes the best he may for flight. 109:02,095[A ]| This, Painter, were a noble task, to tell 109:02,096[A ]| What indignation his great breast did swell. 109:02,097[A ]| Not virtuous men unworthily abus'd, 109:02,098[A ]| Not constant lovers without cause refus'd, 109:02,099[A ]| Not honest merchant broke, not skilful play'r 109:02,100[A ]| Hiss'd off the stage, not sinner in despair, <100> 109:02,101[A ]| Not losing rooks, not favourites disgrac'd, 109:02,102[A ]| Not Rump by Oliver or Monck displac'd, 109:02,103[A ]| Not kings depos'd, not prelates ere they die, 109:02,104[A ]| Feel half the rage of gen'rals when they fly. 109:02,105[A ]| Ah, rather than transmit our scorn to fame, 109:02,106[A ]| Draw curtains, gentle artist, o'er this shame. 109:02,107[A ]| Cashier the mem'ry of Du Tell, rais'd up 109:02,108[A ]| To taste, instead of death's, his Highness' cup. 109:02,109[A ]| And if the thing were true, yet paint it not, 109:02,110[A ]| How Berkeley (as he long deserv'd) was shot, <110> 109:02,111[A ]| Though others that survey'd the corpse so clear 109:02,112[A ]| Say he was only petrifi'd with fear; 109:02,113[A ]| And the hard statue, mummi'd without gum, 109:02,114[A ]| Might the Dutch balm have spar'd and English tomb. 109:02,115[A ]| Yet, if thou wilt, paint Myngs turn'd all to soul, 109:02,116[A ]| And the great Harman chark'd almost to coal, 109:02,117[A ]| And Jordan old, thy pencil's worthy pain, 109:02,118[A ]| Who all the way held up the ducal train. 109:02,119[A ]| But in a dark cloud cover Ayscue when 109:02,120[A ]| He quit the Prince t' embark in Lowestein, <120> 109:02,121[A ]| And wounded ships, which we immortal boast, 109:02,122[A ]| Now first led captive to a hostile coast. 109:02,123[A ]| But most with story of his hand or thumb 109:02,124[A ]| Conceal (as Honour would) his Grace's bum, 109:02,125[A ]| When the rude bullet a large collop tore 109:02,126[A ]| Out of that buttock never turn'd before. 109:02,127[A ]| Fortune, it seem'd, would give him by that lash 109:02,128[A ]| Gentle correction for his fight so rash, 109:02,129[A ]| But should the Rump perceiv 't, they'd say that Mars 109:02,130[A ]| Had now reveng'd them upon Aumarle's arse. <130> 109:02,131[A ]| The long disaster better o'er to veil, 109:02,132[A ]| Paint only Jonah three days in the whale, 109:02,133[A ]| Then draw the youthful Perseus all in haste 109:02,134[A ]| From a sea-beast to free the virgin chaste 109:02,135[A ]| (But neither riding Pegasus for speed, 109:02,136[A ]| Nor with the Gorgon shielded at his need); 109:02,137[A ]| For no less time did conqu'ring Ruyter chaw 109:02,138[A ]| Our flying Gen'ral in his spongy jaw. 109:02,139[A ]| So Rupert the sea dragon did invade, 109:02,140[A ]| But to save George himself and not the maid, <140> 109:02,141[A ]| And so arriving late, he quickly miss'd 109:02,142[A ]| E'en the sails to fly, unable to resist. 109:02,143[A ]| Not Greenland seamen, that survive the fright 109:02,144[A ]| Of the cold chaos and half-eternal night, 109:02,145[A ]| So gladly the returning sun adore 109:02,146[A ]| Or run to spy their next year's fleet from shore, 109:02,147[A ]| Hoping yet once within the oily side 109:02,148[A ]| Of the fat whale again their spears to hide, 109:02,149[A ]| As our glad fleet with universal shout 109:02,150[A ]| Salute the Prince and wish the second bout; <150> 109:02,151[A ]| Nor winds, long pris'ners in earth's hollow vault, 109:02,152[A ]| The fallow seas so eagerly assault, 109:02,153[A ]| As fi'ry Rupert with revengeful joy 109:02,154[A ]| Does on the Dutch his hungry courage cloy, 109:02,155[A ]| But soon unrigg'd lay like a useless board 109:02,156[A ]| (As wounded in the wrist men drop the sword) 109:02,157[A ]| When a propitious cloud betwixt us stepp'd 109:02,158[A ]| And in our aid did Ruyter intercept. 109:02,159[A ]| Old Homer yet did never introduce, 109:02,160[A ]| To save his heroes, mist of better use. <160> 109:02,161[A ]| Worship the sun who dwell where he does rise: 109:02,162[A ]| This mist does kore deserve our sacrifice. 109:02,163[A ]| Now joyful fires and the exalted bell 109:02,164[A ]| And court-gazettes our empty triumph tell. 109:02,165[A ]| Alas, the time draws near when overturn'd 109:02,166[A ]| The lying bells shall through the tongue be burn'd; 109:02,167[A ]| Paper shall want to print that lie of state, 109:02,168[A ]| And our false fires true fires shall expiate. 109:02,169[A ]| Stay, Painter, here a while, and I will stay, 109:02,170[A ]| Nor vex the future times with nice survey. <170> 109:02,171[A ]| Seest not the monkey Duchess all undress'd? 109:02,172[A ]| Paint thou but her, and she will paint the rest. 109:02,173[A ]| The sad tale found her in her outer room, 109:02,174[A ]| Nailing up hangings not of Persian loom, 109:02,175[A ]| Like chaste Penelope that ne'er did roam, 109:02,176[A ]| But made all fine against her George came home. 109:02,177[A ]| Upon a ladder, in her coat much shorter, 109:02,178[A ]| She stood with groom and porter for supporter, 109:02,179[A ]| And careless what they saw or what they thought, 109:02,180[A ]| With Hony-pensy honestly she wrought. <180> 109:02,181[A ]| For in the Gen'ral's breech none could, she knows, 109:02,182[A ]| Carry away the piece with eyes or nose. 109:02,183[A ]| One tenter drove, to lose no time nor place, 109:02,184[A ]| At once the ladder they remove, and Grace. 109:02,185[A ]| While thus they her translate from north to east 109:02,186[A ]| In posture just of a four-footed beast, 109:02,187[A ]| She heard the news, but alter'd yet no more 109:02,188[A ]| Than that what was behind she turn'd before, 109:02,189[A ]| Nor would come down, but with a hankercher 109:02,190[A ]| (Which pocket foul did to her neck prefer) <190> 109:02,191[A ]| She dri'd no tears, for she was too viraginous, 109:02,192[A ]| But only snuffling her trunk cartilaginous, 109:02,193[A ]| From scaling ladder she began a story 109:02,194[A ]| Worthy to be had in the memento mori, 109:02,195[A ]| Arraigning past, and present, and futuri, 109:02,196[A ]| With a prophetic (if not spirit) fury. 109:02,197[A ]| Her hair began to creep, her belly sound, 109:02,198[A ]| Her eyes to startle, and her udder bound. 109:02,199[A ]| Half witch, half prophet, thus she-Albemarle, 109:02,200[A ]| Like Presbyterian sibyl, out did snarl: <200> 109:02,201[A ]| "Traitors both to my Lord, and to the King! 109:02,202[A ]| Nay, now it grows beyond all suffering! 109:02,203[A ]| One valiant man on land, and he must be 109:02,204[A ]| Commanded out to stop their leaks at sea. 109:02,205[A ]| Yet send him Rupert as a helper meet, 109:02,206[A ]| First the command dividing ere the fleet! 109:02,207[A ]| One may, if they be beat, or both, be hit, 109:02,208[A ]| Or if they overcome, yet honour's split, 109:02,209[A ]| But reck'ning George already knock'd o'th' head, 109:02,210[A ]| They cut him out like beef ere he be dead. <210> 109:02,211[A ]| Each for a quarter hopes: the first does skip, 109:02,212[A ]| But shall snap short, though at the gen'ralship; 109:02,213[A ]| Next, they for Master of the Horse agree; 109:02,214[A ]| A third the Cockpit begs, not any me. 109:02,215[A ]| But they shall know, ay, marry, shall they do, 109:02,216[A ]| That who the Cockpit has shall have me too. 109:02,217[A ]| "I told George first, as Calamy did me, 109:02,218[A ]| If the King these brought over, how 'twould be: 109:02,219[A ]| Men that there pick'd his pocket to his face 109:02,220[A ]| To sell intelligence or buy a place, <220> 109:02,221[A ]| That their religion pawn'd for clothes, nor care 109:02,222[A ]| ('T has run so long) now to redeem 't, nor dare. 109:02,223[A ]| O what egregious loyalty to cheat! 109:02,224[A ]| O what fidelity it was to eat! 109:02,225[A ]| While Langdales, Hoptons, Glenhams starv'd abroad, 109:02,226[A ]| And here true Roy'lists sunk beneath the load, 109:02,227[A ]| Men that did there affront, defame, betray 109:02,228[A ]| The King, and do so here, now who but they? 109:02,229[A ]| What, say I men? nay, rather monsters! men 109:02,230[A ]| Only in bed, nor to my knowledge then. <230> 109:02,231[A ]| See how they home return in revel rout 109:02,232[A ]| With the same measures that they first went out: 109:02,233[A ]| Nor better grown, nor wiser all this while, 109:02,234[A ]| Renew the causes of their first exile, 109:02,235[A ]| As if (to show you fools what 'tis I mean) 109:02,236[A ]| I chose a foul smock when I might have clean. 109:02,237[A ]| "First, they for fear disband the army tame, 109:02,238[A ]| And leave good George a gen'ral's empty name: 109:02,239[A ]| Then bishops must revive and all unfix 109:02,240[A ]| With discontents to content twenty-six. <240> 109:02,241[A ]| The Lords' House drains the houses of the Lord, 109:02,242[A ]| For bishops' voices silencing the Word. 109:02,243[A ]| O Barthol'mew, saint of their calendar! 109:02,244[A ]| What's worse, thy ejection or thy massacre? 109:02,245[A ]| Then Culp'per, Gloucester, ere the Princess, di'd: 109:02,246[A ]| Nothing can live that interrupts an Hyde. 109:02,247[A ]| O more than human Gloucester! Fate did shew 109:02,248[A ]| Thee but to earth, and back again withdrew. 109:02,249[A ]| Then the fat scriv'ner durst begin to think 109:02,250[A ]| 'Twas time to mix the royal blood with ink. <250> 109:02,251[A ]| Berkeley, that swore as oft as she had toes, 109:02,252[A ]| Does kneeling now her chastity depose, 109:02,253[A ]| Just as the first French Card'nal could restore 109:02,254[A ]| Maidenhead to his widow-niece and whore. 109:02,255[A ]| For portion, if she should prove light when weigh'd, 109:02,256[A ]| Four millions shall within three years be paid. 109:02,257[A ]| To raise it, we must have a naval war, 109:02,258[A ]| As if 'twere nothing but tara-tan-tar! 109:02,259[A ]| Abroad, all princes disobliging first, 109:02,260[A ]| At home, all parties but the very worst. <260> 109:02,261[A ]| To tell of Ireland, Scotland, Dunkirk's sad, 109:02,262[A ]| Or the King's marriage, but he thinks I'm mad, 109:02,263[A ]| And sweeter creature never saw the sun, 109:02,264[A ]| If we the King wish'd monk, or Queen a nun. 109:02,265[A ]| But a Dutch war shall all these rumours still, 109:02,266[A ]| Bleed out those humours, and our purses spill. 109:02,267[A ]| Yet after one day's trembling fight they saw 109:02,268[A ]| 'Twas too much danger for a son-in-law; 109:02,269[A ]| Hire him to leave with six-score thousand pound, 109:02,270[A ]| As with the King's drums men for sleep compound. <270> 109:02,271[A ]| Then modest Sandwich thought it might agree 109:02,272[A ]| With the state prudence to do less than he, 109:02,273[A ]| And to excuse their tim'rousness and sloth, 109:02,274[A ]| They've found how George might now do less than both. 109:02,275[A ]| "First, Smith must for Leghorn, with force enough 109:02,276[A ]| To venture back again, but not go through. 109:02,277[A ]| Beaufort is there, and to their dazzling eyes 109:02,278[A ]| The distance more the object magnifies. 109:02,279[A ]| Yet this they gain, that Smith his time shall lose, 109:02,280[A ]| And for my Duke, too, cannot interpose, <280> 109:02,281[A ]| But fearing that our navy, George to break, 109:02,282[A ]| Might yet not be sufficiently weak, 109:02,283[A ]| The Secretary, that had never yet 109:02,284[A ]| Intelligence but from his own Gazette, 109:02,285[A ]| Discovers a great secret, fit to sell, 109:02,286[A ]| And pays himself for't ere he would it tell: 109:02,287[A ]| Beaufort is in the Channel! Hixy, here! 109:02,288[A ]| Doxy, Toulon! Beaufort is ev'rywhere! 109:02,289[A ]| Herewith assembles the Supreme Divan, 109:02,290[A ]| Where enters none but Devil, Ned, and Nan, <290> 109:02,291[A ]| And upon this pretence they straight design'd 109:02,292[A ]| The fleet to sep'rate and the world to blind: 109:02,293[A ]| Monck to the Dutch, and Rupert (here the wench) 109:02,294[A ]| Could not but smile) is destin'd to the French. 109:02,295[A ]| To write the order, Bristol's clerk they chose 109:02,296[A ]| (One slit in's pen, another in his nose) 109:02,297[A ]| For he first brought the news, and 't is his place; 109:02,298[A ]| He'll see the fleet divided like his face, 109:02,299[A ]| And through that cranny in his gristly part 109:02,300[A ]| To the Dutch chink intell'gence may start. <300> 109:02,301[A ]| "The plot succeeds; the Dutch in haste prepare, 109:02,302[A ]| And poor pilgarlic George's arse they share, 109:02,303[A ]| And now presuming of his certain wrack, 109:02,304[A ]| To help him late they write for Rupert back. 109:02,305[A ]| Officious Will seem'd fittest, as afraid 109:02,306[A ]| Lest George should look too far into his trade. 109:02,307[A ]| On the first draught they pause with statesmen's care; 109:02,308[A ]| They write it fair, then copy 't out as fair, 109:02,309[A ]| Then they compare them, when at last 'tis sign'd. 109:02,310[A ]| Will soon his purse-strings but no seal could find. <310> 109:02,311[A ]| At night he sends it by the common post, 109:02,312[A ]| To save the King of an express the cost. 109:02,313[A ]| Lord, what ado to pack one letter hence! 109:02,314[A ]| Some patents pass with less circumference. 109:02,315[A ]| "Well, George, in spite of them thou safe dost ride, 109:02,316[A ]| Lesson'd, I hope, in nought but thy backside, 109:02,317[A ]| For as to reputation, this retreat 109:02,318[A ]| Of thine exceeds their victories so great. 109:02,319[A ]| Nor shalt thou stir from thence by my consent, 109:02,320[A ]| Till thou hast made the Dutch and them repent. <320> 109:02,321[A ]| 'Tis true, I want so long the nuptial gift, 109:02,322[A ]| But (as I oft have done) I'll make a shift, 109:02,323[A ]| Nor with vain pomp will I accost the shore, 109:02,324[A ]| To try thy valour at the Buoy of the Nore. 109:02,325[A ]| Fall to thy work there, George, as I do here: 109:02,326[A ]| Cherish the valiant up, cowards cashier, 109:02,327[A ]| See that the men have pay and beef and beer, 109:02,328[A ]| Find out the cheats of the four millioneer. 109:02,329[A ]| Out of the very beer they steal the malt, 109:02,330[A ]| Powder of powder, from powder'd beef the salt. <330> 109:02,331[A ]| Put thy hand to the tub; instead of ox, 109:02,332[A ]| They victual with French pork that has the pox: 109:02,333[A ]| Never such cotqueans by small arts to wring, 109:02,334[A ]| Ne'er such ill housewives in the managing. 109:02,335[A ]| Pursers at sea know fewer cheats than they; 109:02,336[A ]| Mar'ners on shore less madly spend their pay. 109:02,337[A ]| See that thou hast new sails thyself and spoil 109:02,338[A ]| All their sea market and their cable-coil. 109:02,339[A ]| Tell the King all, how him they countermine; 109:02,340[A ]| Trust not, till done, him with thy own design. <340> 109:02,341[A ]| Look that good chaplains on each ship do wait, 109:02,342[A ]| Nor the sea diocese be impropriate. 109:02,343[A ]| Look to the pris'ners, sick, and wounded: all 109:02,344[A ]| Is prize; they rob even the hospital. 109:02,345[A ]| Recover back the prizes, too: in vain 109:02,346[A ]| We fight, if all be taken that is ta'en. 109:02,347[A ]| "Now by our coast the Dutchmen, like a flight 109:02,348[A ]| Of feeding ducks, morning and ev'ning light. 109:02,349[A ]| How our land-Hectors tremble, void of sense, 109:02,350[A ]| As if they came straight to transport them hence! <350> 109:02,351[A ]| Some sheep are stol'n, the kingdom's all array'd, 109:02,352[A ]| And even Presbyt'ry's now call'd out for aid. 109:02,353[A ]| They wish e'en George divided to command, 109:02,354[A ]| One half of him the sea and one the land. 109:02,355[A ]| "What's that I see? Ha, 'tis my George again! 109:02,356[A ]| It seems they in sev'n weeks have rigg'd him then. 109:02,357[A ]| The curious Heave'n with lightning him surrounds 109:02,358[A ]| To view him, and his name in thunder sounds, 109:02,359[A ]| But with the same shaft gores their navy near 109:02,360[A ]| (As, ere we hunt, the keeper shoots the deer). <360> 109:02,361[A ]| Stay, Heav'n, a while, and thou shalt see him sail 109:02,362[A ]| And how George, too, can lighten, thunder, hail! 109:02,363[A ]| Happy the time that I thee wedded George, 109:02,364[A ]| The sword of England and of Holland scourge! 109:02,365[A ]| Avaunt, Rotterdam dog! Ruyter avaunt! 109:02,366[A ]| Thou water rat, thou shark, thou cormorant! 109:02,367[A ]| I'll teach thee to shoot scissors! I'll repair 109:02,368[A ]| Each rope thou losest, George, out of this hair. 109:02,369[A ]| Ere thou shalt lack a sail and lie adrift 109:02,370[A ]| ('Tis strong and coarse enough) I'll cut this shift. <370> 109:02,371[A ]| Bring home the old ones; I again will sew 109:02,372[A ]| And darn them up to be as good as new. 109:02,373[A ]| What, twice disabl'd? Never such a thing! 109:02,374[A ]| Now, Sov'reign, help him that brought in the King. 109:02,375[A ]| Guard thy posteriors left, lest all be gone: 109:02,376[A ]| Though jury-masts, th' hast jury-buttocks none. 109:02,377[A ]| Courage! How bravely, whet with this disgrace, 109:02,378[A ]| He turns, and bullets spits in Ruyter's face! 109:02,379[A ]| They fly, they fly! Their fleet does now divide! 109:02,380[A ]| But they discard their Trump; our trump is Hyde. <380> 109:02,381[A ]| "Where are you now, De Ruyter, with your bears? 109:02,382[A ]| See how your merchants burn about your ears. 109:02,383[A ]| Fire out the wasps, George, from their hollow trees, 109:02,384[A ]| Cramm'd with the honey of our English bees. 109:02,385[A ]| Ay, now they're paid for Guinea: ere they steer 109:02,386[A ]| To the Gold Coast, they'll find it hotter here. 109:02,387[A ]| Turn their ships all to stoves ere they set forth, 109:02,388[A ]| To warm their traffic in the frozen north. 109:02,389[A ]| Ah, Sandwich! had thy conduct been the same, 109:02,390[A ]| Bergen had seen a less but richer flame, <390> 109:02,391[A ]| Nor Ruyter liv'd new battle to repeat 109:02,392[A ]| And oft'ner beaten be than we can beat. 109:02,393[A ]| "Scarce has George leisure, after all this pain, 109:02,394[A ]| To tie his breeches: Ruyter's out again. 109:02,395[A ]| Thrice in one year! Why sure the man is wood: 109:02,396[A ]| Beat him like stockfish, or he'll ne'er be good. 109:02,397[A ]| I see them both prepar'd again to try: 109:02,398[A ]| They first shoot through each other with the eye, 109:02,399[A ]| Then ~~ but that ruling Providence that must 109:02,400[A ]| With human projects play, as winds with dust, <400> 109:02,401[A ]| Raises a storm (so constables a fray 109:02,402[A ]| Knock down) and sends them both well-cuff'd away. 109:02,403[A ]| Plant now Virginian firs in English oak; 109:02,404[A ]| Build your ship-ribs proof to the cannon's stroke; 109:02,405[A ]| To get a fleet to sea exhaust the land; 109:02,406[A ]| Let longing princes pine for the command. 109:02,407[A ]| Strong marchpanes! Wafers light! So thin a puff 109:02,408[A ]| Of angry air can ruin all that huff. 109:02,409[A ]| So champions, having shar'd the lists and sun, 109:02,410[A ]| The judge throws down his warder, and they've done. <410> 109:02,411[A ]| For shame, come home, George! 'Tis for thee too much 109:02,412[A ]| To fight at once with Heaven and the Dutch. 109:02,413[A ]| "Woe's me! what see I next? Alas, the fate 109:02,414[A ]| I see of England and its utmost date! 109:02,415[A ]| Those flames of theirs at which we fondly smile, 109:02,416[A ]| Kindl'd like torches our sepulchral pile. 109:02,417[A ]| War, fire, and plague against us all conspire; 109:02,418[A ]| We the war, God the plague, who rais'd the fire? 109:02,419[A ]| See how men all like ghosts, while London burns, 109:02,420[A ]| Wander and each over his ashes mourns! <420> 109:02,421[A ]| Dear George, sad fate, vain mind, that me didst please 109:02,422[A ]| To meet thine with far other flames than these! 109:02,423[A ]| Curs'd be the man that first begot this war, 109:02,424[A ]| In an ill hour, under a blazing star. 109:02,425[A ]| For others' sport two nations fight a prize; 109:02,426[A ]| Between them both religion wounded dies. 109:02,427[A ]| So of first Troy the angry Gods unpaid 109:02,428[A ]| Raz'd the foundations which themselves had laid. 109:02,429[A ]| "Welcome, though late, dear George! Here hadst thou been, 109:02,430[A ]| We'd scap'd. Let Rupert bring the navy in. <430> 109:02,431[A ]| Thou still must help them out when in the mire, 109:02,432[A ]| Gen'ral at land, at sea, at plague, at fire. 109:02,433[A ]| Now thou art gone, see, Beaufort dares approach, 109:02,434[A ]| And our whole fleet angling has catch'd a roach." 109:02,435[A ]| Gibson, farewell, till next we put to sea: 109:02,436[A ]| Faith thou hast drawn her in effigie. 109:02,437[A ]| To the King 109:02,437[A ]| Great Prince, and so much greater as more wise, 109:02,438[A ]| Sweet as our life, and dearer than our eyes, 109:02,439[A ]| What servants will conceal and couns'llors spare 109:02,440[A ]| To tell, the painter and the poet dare; <440> 109:02,441[A ]| And the assistance of a heav'nly Muse 109:02,442[A ]| And pencil represents the crimes abstruse. 109:02,443[A ]| Here needs no sword, no fleet, no foreign foe: 109:02,444[A ]| Only let vice be damn'd and justice flow. 109:02,445[A ]| Shake but like Jove thy locks divine and frown ~~ 109:02,446[A ]| Thy sceptre will suffice to guard thy crown. 109:02,447[A ]| Hark to Cassandra's song ere Fate destroy, 109:02,448[A ]| By thy own navy's wooden horse, thy Troy. 109:02,449[A ]| Us our Apollo from the tumult's wave 109:02,450[A ]| And gentle gales, though but in oars, will save. <450> 109:02,451[A ]| So Philomel her sad embroid'ry strung, 109:02,452[A ]| And vocal silks tun'd with her needle's tongue. 109:02,453[A ]| The picture dumb in colours loud reveal'd 109:02,454[A ]| The tragedies of court so long conceal'd; 109:02,455[A ]| But when restor'd to voice, increas'd with wings, 109:02,456[A ]| To woods and groves, what once she painted, sings. 109:02,000[A ]| 109:02,000[A ]| 109:02,000[A ]| 109:02,000[A ]| 109:02,000[A ]| 109:02,000[A ]| 109:02,000[A ]| 109:02,000[A ]| 109:02,000[A ]| 109:03,000@@@@@| 109:03,000[A ]| 109:03,001[A ]| When Clarendon had discern'd beforehand 109:03,002[A ]| (As the cause can eas'ly foretell the effect) 109:03,003[A ]| At once three deluges threat'ning our land, 109:03,004[A ]| 'Twas the season, he thought, to turn architect. 109:03,005[A ]| Us Mars and Apollo and Vulcan consume, 109:03,006[A ]| While he, the betrayer of England and Flanders, 109:03,007[A ]| Like the kingfisher chooseth to build in the brume, 109:03,008[A ]| And nestles in flames like the salamanders. 109:03,009[A ]| But observing that mortals run often behind 109:03,010[A ]| (So unreasonable are the rates they buy at) <10> 109:03,011[A ]| His Omnipotence therefore much rather design'd 109:03,012[A ]| How he might create a house with a fiat. 109:03,013[A ]| He had read of Rhodopis, a lady of Thrace, 109:03,014[A ]| That was digg'd up so often ere she did marry, 109:03,015[A ]| And wish'd that his daughter had had as much grace 109:03,016[A ]| To erect him a pyramid out of her quarry. 109:03,017[A ]| But then recollecting how harper Amphion 109:03,018[A ]| Made Thebes dance aloft while he fiddled and sung, 109:03,019[A ]| He thought (as an instrument he was most free on) 109:03,020[A ]| To build with the Jews' trump of his own tongue. <20> 109:03,021[A ]| Yet a precedent fitter in Virgil he found 109:03,022[A ]| Of African Poult'ney and Tyrian Dide, 109:03,023[A ]| That she begg'd for a palace so much of his ground 109:03,024[A ]| As might carry the measure and name of an Hyde. 109:03,025[A ]| Thus daily his gouty invention he pain'd, 109:03,026[A ]| And all for to save the expence of brickbat, 109:03,027[A ]| That engine so fatal which Denham had brain'd, 109:03,028[A ]| And too much resembled his wife's chocolate. 109:03,029[A ]| But while these devices he all does compare, 109:03,030[A ]| None solid enough seem'd for his thong-caster; <30> 109:03,031[A ]| He himself would not dwell in a castle of air, 109:03,032[A ]| Though he'd built full many a one for his master. 109:03,033[A ]| Already he'd got all our money and cattle, 109:03,034[A ]| To buy us for slaves and to purchase our lands; 109:03,035[A ]| What Joseph by famine, he wrought by sea-battle: 109:03,036[A ]| Nay, scarce the priests' portion could 'scape from his hands. 109:03,037[A ]| And henceforth like Pharoah that Israel press'd 109:03,038[A ]| To make mortar and brick, yet allow'd 'em no straw, 109:03,039[A ]| He car'd not though Egypt's ten plagues us infest, 109:03,040[A ]| So he could but to build make that policy law. <40> 109:03,041[A ]| The Scotch forts and Dunkirk, but that they were sold, 109:03,042[A ]| He would have demolish'd to raise up his walls, 109:03,043[A ]| Nay, even from Tangier sent back for the mold, 109:03,044[A ]| But that he had nearer the stones of St. Paul's. 109:03,045[A ]| His wood would come in at the easier rate, 109:03,046[A ]| As long as the yards had a deal or a spar: 109:03,047[A ]| His friends in the navy would not be ingrate, 109:03,048[A ]| To grudge him some timber, who fram'd 'em the war. 109:03,049[A ]| To proceed on this model he call'd in his Allens ~~ 109:03,050[A ]| The two Allens when jovial that ply him with gallons, <50> 109:03,051[A ]| The two Allens that serve his blind justice for balance, 109:03,052[A ]| The two Allens that serve his injustice for talons. 109:03,053[A ]| They approv'd it thus far and said it was fine, 109:03,054[A ]| Yet his Lordship to finish it would be unable, 109:03,055[A ]| Unless all abroad he divulg'd the design, 109:03,056[A ]| But his house then would grow like a vegetable. 109:03,057[A ]| His rent would no more in arrear run to Worcester, 109:03,058[A ]| He should dwell more nobly and cheap, too, at home; 109:03,059[A ]| While into a fabric the presents would muster, 109:03,060[A ]| As by hook and by crook the world cluster'd of atom. <60> 109:03,061[A ]| He lik'd the advice, and they soon it assay'd, 109:03,062[A ]| And presents crowd headlong to give good example; 109:03,063[A ]| So the bribes overlaid her that Rome once betray'd: 109:03,064[A ]| The tribes ne'er contributed so to the Temple. 109:03,065[A ]| Straight judges, priests, bishops (true sons of the Seal) 109:03,066[A ]| Sinners, governors, farmers, bankers, patentees, 109:03,067[A ]| Bring in the whole milk of a year at a meal, 109:03,068[A ]| As all Chedder dairies club to th'incorporate cheese. 109:03,069[A ]| Bulteel's, Bellings', Morley's, Wren's fingers with telling 109:03,070[A ]| Were shrivel'd, and Clutterbuck's, Agar's, and Kipp's: <70> 109:03,071[A ]| Since the Act of Oblivion was never such selling, 109:03,072[A ]| As at this benevolence out of the snips. 109:03,073[A ]| 'Twas then that the chimney contractors he smok'd, 109:03,074[A ]| Nor would take his beloved Canary in kind, 109:03,075[A ]| But he swore that the Patent should ne'er be revok'd ~~ 109:03,076[A ]| No, would the whole Parliament kiss him behind! 109:03,078[A ]| For foundation he Bristol sunk in the earth's bowel, 109:03,079[A ]| And St. John must now for the leads be complaint, 109:03,080[A ]| Or his right hand shall be hack'd off with a trowel. <80> 109:03,081[A ]| For surveying the building, Pratt did the feat, 109:03,082[A ]| But for the expense he reli'd upon Wolst'holm, 109:03,083[A ]| Who sat heretofore at the King's receipt, 109:03,084[A ]| But receiv'd now and paid the Chancellor's custom. 109:03,085[A ]| By subsidies thus both cleric and laic, 109:03,086[A ]| And of matter profane cemented with holy, 109:03,087[A ]| He finish'd at last his palace mosaic 109:03,088[A ]| By a model more excellent than Leslie's folly. 109:03,089[A ]| And upon the tarras, to consummate all, 109:03,090[A ]| A lantern like Faux's surveys the burnt town, <90> 109:03,091[A ]| And shows on the top by the regal gold ball 109:03,092[A ]| Where you are to expect the scepter and crown. 109:03,093[A ]| Fond city, its rubbish and ruins that builds, 109:03,094[A ]| Like vain chemists, a flow'r from its ashes returning. 109:03,095[A ]| Your metropolis house is in St. James's fields, 109:03,096[A ]| And till there you remove, you shall never leave burning. 109:03,097[A ]| This temple of war and of peace is the shrine, 109:03,098[A ]| Where our idol of state sits ador'd and accurs'd, 109:03,099[A ]| And to handsel his altar and nostrils divine, 109:03,100[A ]| Great Buckingham's sacrifice must be the first. <100> 109:03,101[A ]| Now some (as all builders must censure abide) 109:03,102[A ]| Throw dust on its front and blame situation, 109:03,103[A ]| And others as much reprehend its backside, 109:03,104[A ]| As too narrow by far for his expatiation, 109:03,105[A ]| But do not consider in process of times 109:03,106[A ]| That for namesake he may with Hyde Park it enlarge, 109:03,107[A ]| And with that convenience he hence for his crimes 109:03,108[A ]| At Tyburn may land and spare the Tower barge. 109:03,109[A ]| Or rather, how wisely his stall was built near, 109:03,110[A ]| Lest with driving too far his tallow impair, <110> 109:03,111[A ]| When like the whole ox, for public good cheer, 109:03,112[A ]| He comes to be roasted next St. James's Fair. 109:03,000[A ]| 109:03,000[A ]| 109:03,000[A ]| 109:03,000[A ]| 109:03,000[A ]| 109:03,000[A ]| 109:05,000@@@@@| 109:05,000[A ]| 109:05,000[A ]| 109:05,001[A ]| After two sittings, now, our Lady State, 109:05,002[A ]| To end her picture, does the third time wait. 109:05,003[A ]| But ere thou fall'st to work, first, Painter, see 109:05,004[A ]| It be'nt too slight grown or too hard for thee. 109:05,005[A ]| Canst thou paint without colours? Then 'tis right: 109:05,006[A ]| For so we too without a fleet can fight. 109:05,007[A ]| Or canst thou daub a sigh-post, and that ill? 109:05,008[A ]| 'Twill suit our great debauch and little skill. 109:05,009[A ]| Or hast thou mark'd how antic masters limn 109:05,010[A ]| The aly-roof with snuff of candle dim, <10> 109:05,011[A ]| Sketching in shady smoke prodigious tools? 109:05,012[A ]| 'Twill serve this race of drunkards, pimps, and fools. 109:05,013[A ]| But if to match our crimes thy skill presumes, 109:05,014[A ]| As th' Indians, draw our luxury in plumes. 109:05,015[A ]| Or if to score out our compendious fame, 109:05,016[A ]| With Hooke, then, through the microscope take aim, 109:05,017[A ]| Where, like the new Controller, all men laugh 109:05,018[A ]| To see a tall louse brandish the white staff. 109:05,019[A ]| Else shalt thou oft thy guiltless pencil curse, 109:05,020[A ]| Stamp on thy palette, nor perhaps the worse. <20> 109:05,021[A ]| The painter so long having vex'd his cloth, 109:05,022[A ]| Of his hound's mouth to feign the raging froth, 109:05,023[A ]| His desp'rate pencil at the work did dart: 109:05,024[A ]| His anger reach'd that rage which pass'd his art; 109:05,025[A ]| Chance finish'd that which art could but begin, 109:05,026[A ]| And he sat smiling how his dog did grin. 109:05,027[A ]| So may'st thou perfect by a lucky blow 109:05,028[A ]| What all thy softest touches cannot do. 109:05,029[A ]| Paint then St. Albans full of soup and gold, 109:05,030[A ]| The new court's pattern, stallion of the old. <30> 109:05,031[A ]| Him neither wit nor courage did exalt, 109:05,032[A ]| But Fortune chose him for her pleasure salt. 109:05,033[A ]| Paint him with drayman's shoulders, butcher's mien, 109:05,034[A ]| Member'd like mules, with elephantine chine. 109:05,035[A ]| Well he the title of St. Alban's bore, 109:05,036[A ]| For Bacon never studi'd nature more. 109:05,037[A ]| But age, allaying now that youthful heat, 109:05,038[A ]| Fits him in France to play at cards and treat. 109:05,039[A ]| Draw no commission, lest the Court should lie, 109:05,040[A ]| That, disavowing treaty, ask supply; <40> 109:05,041[A ]| He needs no seal but to St. James's lease, 109:05,042[A ]| Whose breeches were the instrument of peace; 109:05,043[A ]| Who, if the French dispute his pow'r, from thence 109:05,044[A ]| Can straight produce them a plenipotence. 109:05,045[A ]| Nor fears he The Most Christian should trepan 109:05,046[A ]| Two saints at once, St. Germain, St. Alban, 109:05,047[A ]| But thought the Golden Age was now restor'd, 109:05,048[A ]| When men and women took each other's word. 109:05,049[A ]| Paint then again her Highness to the life, 109:05,050[A ]| Philosopher beyond Newcastle's wife. <50> 109:05,051[A ]| She naked can Arch'medes' self put down, 109:05,052[A ]| For an experiment upon the crown. 109:05,053[A ]| She perfected that engine, oft assay'd, 109:05,054[A ]| How after childbirth to renew a maid, 109:05,055[A ]| And found him royal heirs might be matur'd 109:05,056[A ]| In fewer months than mothers once endur'd. 109:05,057[A ]| Hence Crowther made the rare inventress free 109:05,058[A ]| Of's Highness's Royal Society ~~ 109:05,059[A ]| Happiest of women, if she were but able 109:05,060[A ]| To make her glassen Dukes once malleable! <60> 109:05,061[A ]| Paint her with oyster lip and breath of fame, 109:05,062[A ]| Wide mouth that 'sparagus may well proclaim; 109:05,063[A ]| With Chanc'llor's belly and so large a rump, 109:05,064[A ]| There (not behind the couch) her pages jump. 109:05,065[A ]| Express her studying now if china clay 109:05,066[A ]| Can, without breaking, venom'd juice convey, 109:05,067[A ]| Or how a mortal poison she may draw 109:05,068[A ]| Out of the cordial meal of the cacao. 109:05,069[A ]| Witness, ye stars of night, and thou the pale 109:05,070[A ]| Moon, that o'ercome with the sick steam did'st fail; <70> 109:05,071[A ]| Ye neighb'ring elms, that your green leaves did shed, 109:05,072[A ]| And fauns, that from the womb abortive fled! 109:05,073[A ]| Not unprovok'd, she tries forbidden arts, 109:05,074[A ]| But in her soft breast love's hid cancer smarts, 109:05,075[A ]| While she revolves at once Sidney's disgrace, 109:05,076[A ]| And her self scorn'd for emulous Denham's face, 109:05,077[A ]| And nightly hear the hated guards away 109:05,078[A ]| Galloping with the Duke to other prey. 109:05,079[A ]| Paint Castlemaine in colours that will hold 109:05,080[A ]| (Her, not her picture, for she now grows old): <80> 109:05,081[A ]| She through her lackey's drawers, as he ran, 109:05,082[A ]| Discern'd love's cause and a new flame began. 109:05,083[A ]| Her wonted joys thenceforth and court she shuns, 109:05,084[A ]| And still within her mind the footman runs: 109:05,085[A ]| Her brazen calves, his brawny thighs (the face 109:05,086[A ]| She slights), his feet shap'd for a smoother race. 109:05,087[A ]| Pouring within her glass she readjusts 109:05,088[A ]| Her looks and oft-tri'd beauty now distrusts; 109:05,089[A ]| Fears lest he scorn a woman once assay'd, 109:05,090[A ]| And now first wish'd she e'er had been a maid. <90> 109:05,091[A ]| Great Love, how dost thou triumph and how reign, 109:05,092[A ]| That to a groom could'st humble her disdain! 109:05,093[A ]| Stripp'd to her skin, see how she stooping stands, 109:05,094[A ]| Nor scorns to rub him down with those fair hands, 109:05,095[A ]| And washing (lest the scent her crime disclose) 109:05,096[A ]| His sweaty hooves, tickles him 'twixt the toes. 109:05,097[A ]| But envious Fame, too soon, begun to note 109:05,098[A ]| More gold in's fob, more lace upon his coat, 109:05,099[A ]| And he, unwary and of tongue too fleet, 109:05,100[A ]| No longer could conceal his fortune sweet. <100> 109:05,101[A ]| Justly the rogue was whipp'd in porter's den, 109:05,102[A ]| And Jermyn straight has leave to come again. 109:05,103[A ]| Ah, Painter, now could Alexander live, 109:05,104[A ]| And this Campaspe thee, Apelles, give! 109:05,105[A ]| Draw next a pair of tables op'ning, then 109:05,106[A ]| The House of Commons clatt'ring like the men. 109:05,107[A ]| Describe the Court and Country, both set right 109:05,108[A ]| On opposite points, the black against the white. 109:05,109[A ]| Those having lost the nation at trick-track, 109:05,110[A ]| These now advent'ring how to win it back. <110> 109:05,111[A ]| The dice betwixt them must the fate divide 109:05,112[A ]| (As chance doth still in multitudes decide). 109:05,113[A ]| But here the Court does its advantage know, 109:05,114[A ]| For the cheat Turner for them both must throw. 109:05,115[A ]| As some from boxes, he so from the chair 109:05,116[A ]| Can strike the die and still with them goes share. 109:05,117[A ]| Here, Painter, rest a little, and survey 109:05,118[A ]| With what small arts the public game they play. 109:05,119[A ]| For soo, too, Rubens, with affairs of state, 109:05,120[A ]| His lab'ring pencil oft would recreate. <120> 109:05,121[A ]| The close Cabal mark'd how the navy eats, 109:05,122[A ]| And thought all lost that goes not to the cheats; 109:05,123[A ]| So therefore secretly for peace decrees, 109:05,124[A ]| Yet as for war the Parliament should squeeze, 109:05,125[A ]| And fix to the revenue such a sum 109:05,126[A ]| Should Goodrick silence and strike Paston dumb, 109:05,127[A ]| Should pay land armies, should dissolve the vain 109:05,128[A ]| Commons, and ever such a court maintain; 109:05,129[A ]| Hyde's avarice, Bennet's luxury should suffice, 109:05,130[A ]| And what can these defray but the exise? <130> 109:05,131[A ]| Excise, a monster worse than e'er before 109:05,132[A ]| Frighted the mid-wife and the mother tore. 109:05,133[A ]| A thousand hands she has and thousand eyes, 109:05,134[A ]| Breaks into shops and into cellars pries, 109:05,135[A ]| With hundred rows of teeth the shark exceeds, 109:05,136[A ]| And on all trade like cassowar she feeds: 109:05,137[A ]| Chops off the piece where'er she close the jaw, 109:05,138[A ]| Else swallows all down her indented maw. 109:05,139[A ]| She stalks all day instreets conceal'd from sight 109:05,140[A ]| And flies, like bats with leathern wings, by night; <140> 109:05,141[A ]| She wastes the country and on cities preys. 109:05,142[A ]| Her, of a female harpy, in dog days, 109:05,143[A ]| Black Birch, of all the earth-born race most hot 109:05,144[A ]| And most rapacious, like himself, begot; 109:05,145[A ]| And, of his brat enamour'd, as't increas'd, 109:05,146[A ]| Bugger'd in incest with the mongrel beast. 109:05,147[A ]| Say, Muse, for nothing can escape thy sight 109:05,148[A ]| (And, Painter, wanting other, draw this fight), 109:05,149[A ]| Who, in an English senate, fierce debate 109:05,150[A ]| Could raise so long for this new whore of state. <150> 109:05,151[A ]| Of early wittals first the troop march'd in, 109:05,152[A ]| For diligence renown'd and discipline; 109:05,153[A ]| In loyal haste they left young wives in bed, 109:05,154[A ]| And Denham these by one consent did head. 109:05,155[A ]| Of the old courtiers next a squadron came, 109:05,156[A ]| That sold their master, led by Ash burnham. 109:05,157[A ]| To them succeeds a despicable rout, 109:05,158[A ]| But know the word and well could face about; 109:05,159[A ]| Expectants pale, with hopes of spoil allur'd, 109:05,160[A ]| Though yet but pioneers, and led by Stew'rd. <160> 109:05,161[A ]| Then damning cowards rang'd the vocal plain, 109:05,162[A ]| Wood thesecommands, Knight of the Horn and Cane. 109:05,163[A ]| Still his Hook-shoulder seems the blow to dread, 109:05,164[A ]| And under's armpit he defends his head. 109:05,165[A ]| The posture strange men laugh'd at, of his poll, 109:05,166[A ]| Hid with his elbow like the spice he stole. 109:05,167[A ]| Headless St. Dennis so his head does bear, 109:05,168[A ]| And both of them alike French martyrs were. 109:05,169[A ]| Court officers, as us'd, the next place took, 109:05,170[A ]| And follow'd Fox, but with disdainful look. <170> 109:05,171[A ]| His birth, his youth, his brokage all dispraise, 109:05,172[A ]| In vain, for always he commands that pays. 109:05,173[A ]| Then the procurers under Progers fil'd, 109:05,174[A ]| Gentlest of men, and his lieutenant mild, 109:05,175[A ]| Brouncker, Love's squire: through all the field array'd, 109:05,176[A ]| No troop was better clad nor so well paid. 109:05,177[A ]| Then march'd the troop of Clarendon, all full, 109:05,178[A ]| Haters of fowl, to teal preferring bull: 109:05,179[A ]| Gross bodies, grosser minds, and grossest cheats, 109:05,180[A ]| And bloated Wren conducts them to their seats. <180> 109:05,181[A ]| Charlton advances next, whose coife does awe 109:05,182[A ]| The Mitre troop, and with his looks gives law. 109:05,183[A ]| He march'd with beaver cock'd of bishop's brim, 109:05,184[A ]| And hid much fraud under an aspect grim. 109:05,185[A ]| Next the lawyers' mercenary band appear: 109:05,186[A ]| Finch in the front and Thurland in the rear. 109:05,187[A ]| The troop of privilege, a rabble bare 109:05,188[A ]| Of debtors deep, fell to Trelawney's care. 109:05,189[A ]| Their fortune's error they suppli'd in rage, 109:05,190[A ]| Nor any further would than these engage. <190> 109:05,191[A ]| Then march'd the troop, whose valiant acts before 109:05,192[A ]| (Their public acts) oblig'd them still to more. 109:05,193[A ]| For chimney's sake they all Sir Pool obey'd, 109:05,194[A ]| Or, in his absence, him that first it laid. 109:05,195[A ]| Then comes the thrifty troop of privateers, 109:05,196[A ]| Whose horses each with other interferes. 109:05,197[A ]| Before them Higgons rides with brow compact, 109:05,198[A ]| Mourning his Countess, anxious for his Act. 109:05,199[A ]| Sir Fred'rick and Sir Salomon draw lots 109:05,200[A ]| For the command of politics or sots, <200> 109:05,201[A ]| Thence fell to words, but, quarrel to adjourn, 109:05,202[A ]| Their friends agreed they should command by turn. 109:05,203[A ]| Cart'ret the rich did the accountants guide 109:05,204[A ]| And in ill English all the world defi'd. 109:05,205[A ]| The Papists ~~ but of these the House had none; 109:05,206[A ]| Else Talbot offer'd to have led them on. 109:05,207[A ]| Bold Duncombe next, of the projectors chief, 109:05,208[A ]| And old Fitzhardinge of the Eaters Beef. 109:05,209[A ]| Late and disorder'd, out of the drinkers drew; 109:05,210[A ]| Scarce them their leaders, they their leaders knew. <210> 109:05,211[A ]| Before them enter'd, equal in command, 109:05,212[A ]| Apsley and Brod'rick, marching hand in hand. 109:05,213[A ]| Last then but one, Powell, that could not ride, 109:05,214[A ]| Led the French standard, welt'ring in his stride. 109:05,215[A ]| He, to excuse his slowness, truth confess'd 109:05,216[A ]| That 'twas so long before he could be dress'd. 109:05,217[A ]| The lord's sons, last, all these did reinforce: 109:05,218[A ]| Corn'bry before them manag'd hobby-horse. 109:05,219[A ]| Never before, nor since, an host so steel'd 109:05,220[A ]| Troop'd on to muster in the Tothill Field: <220> 109:05,221[A ]| Not the first cock-horse, that with cork were shod 109:05,222[A ]| To rescue Albemarle from the sea-cod, 109:05,223[A ]| Nor the late feather-men, whom Tomkins fierce 109:05,224[A ]| Shall with one breath like thistledown disperse. 109:05,225[A ]| All the two Coventrys their gen'rals choose, 109:05,226[A ]| For one had much, the other nought to lose; 109:05,227[A ]| Nor better choice all accidents could hit, 109:05,228[A ]| While Hector Harry steers by Will the Wit. 109:05,229[A ]| They both accept the charge with merry glee, 109:05,230[A ]| To fight a battle from all gunshot free. <230> 109:05,231[A ]| Pleas'd with their numbers, yet in valour wise, 109:05,232[A ]| They feign a parley, better to surprise; 109:05,233[A ]| They that ere long shall the rude Dutch upbraid, 109:05,234[A ]| Who in a time of treaty durst invade. 109:05,235[A ]| Thick was the morning, and the House was thin, 109:05,236[A ]| The Speaker early, when they all fell in. 109:05,237[A ]| Propitious heavens, had not you them cross'd, 109:05,238[A ]| Excise had got the day and all been lost! 109:05,239[A ]| For th' other side all in loose quarters lay, 109:05,240[A ]| Without intelligence, command, or pay: <240> 109:05,241[A ]| A scatter'd body, which the foe ne'er tri'd, 109:05,242[A ]| But oft'ner did among themselves divide. 109:05,243[A ]| And some ran o'er each night, while others sleep, 109:05,244[A ]| And undescri'd return'd ere morning peep. 109:05,245[A ]| But Strangeways, that all night still walk'd the round 109:05,246[A ]| (For vigilance and courage both renown'd) 109:05,247[A ]| First spi'd the enemy and gave th' alarm, 109:05,248[A ]| Fighting it single till the rest might arm. 109:05,249[A ]| Such Roman Cocles strid before the foe, 109:05,250[A ]| The falling bridge behind, the stream below. <250> 109:05,251[A ]| Each ran, as chance him guides, to sev'ral post, 109:05,252[A ]| And all to pattern his example boast. 109:05,253[A ]| Their former trophies they recall to mind 109:05,254[A ]| And to new edge their angry courage grind. 109:05,255[A ]| First enter'd forward Temple, conqueror 109:05,256[A ]| Of Irish cattle and Solicitor; 109:05,257[A ]| Then daring Seymour, that with spear and shield, 109:05,258[A ]| Had stretch'd the monster Patent on the field; 109:05,259[A ]| Keen Whorwood next, in aid of damsel frail 109:05,260[A ]| That pierc'd the giant Mordaunt through his mail, <260> 109:05,261[A ]| And surly Williams, the accountants' bane, 109:05,262[A ]| And Lovelace young, of chimney-men the cane. 109:05,263[A ]| Old Waller, trumpet-gen'ral, swore he'd write 109:05,264[A ]| This combat truer than the naval fight. 109:05,265[A ]| How'rd on's birth, state, wit, strength, courage, much presumes 109:05,266[A ]| And in his breast wears many Montezumes. 109:05,267[A ]| These and some more, with single valour, stay 109:05,268[A ]| The adverse troops and hold them all at bay. 109:05,269[A ]| Each thinks his person represents the whole 109:05,270[A ]| And with that thought does multiply his soul, <270> 109:05,271[A ]| Believes himself an army, theirs one man 109:05,272[A ]| As eas'ly conquer'd; and, believing, can; 109:05,273[A ]| With heart of bees so full, and head of mites, 109:05,274[A ]| That each, though duelling, a battle fights. 109:05,275[A ]| Such once Orlando, famous in romance, 109:05,276[A ]| Broach'd whole brigades like larks upon his lance. 109:05,277[A ]| But strength at last still under number bows, 109:05,278[A ]| And the faint sweat trickled down Temple's brows. 109:05,279[A ]| E'en iron Strangeways, chafing, yet gave back, 109:05,280[A ]| Spent with fatigue, to breathe a while toback, <280> 109:05,281[A ]| When, marching in, a seas'nable recruit 109:05,282[A ]| Of citizens and merchants held dispute; 109:05,283[A ]| And, charging all their pikes, a sullen band 109:05,284[A ]| Of Presbyterian Switzers made a stand. 109:05,285[A ]| Nor could all these the field have long maintain'd 109:05,286[A ]| But for th' unknown reserve that still remain'd, 109:05,287[A ]| A gross of English gentry, nobly born, 109:05,288[A ]| Of clear estates, and to no faction sworn; 109:05,289[A ]| Dear lovers of their King, and death to meet, 109:05,290[A ]| For country's cause, that glorious think and sweet; <290> 109:05,291[A ]| To speak not forward, but in actions brave, 109:05,292[A ]| In giving gen'rous, but in counsel grave; 109:05,293[A ]| Candidly credulous for once, nay twice, 109:05,294[A ]| But sure the Devil cannot cheat them thrice, 109:05,295[A ]| The van and battle, though retiring, falls 109:05,296[A ]| Without disorder in their intervals, 109:05,297[A ]| Then closing, all in equal front fall on, 109:05,298[A ]| Led by great Garr'way and great Littleton. 109:05,299[A ]| Lee, ready to obey or to command, 109:05,300[A ]| Adjutant-general, was still at hand. <300> 109:05,301[A ]| The martial standard, Sandys displaying, shows 109:05,302[A ]| St. Dunstan in it, tweaking Satan's nose. 109:05,303[A ]| See sudden chance of war! To paint or write 109:05,304[A ]| Is longer work and harder than the fight. 109:05,305[A ]| As the first charge the enemy give out, 109:05,306[A ]| And the excise receives a total rout. 109:05,307[A ]| Broken in courage, yet the men the same, 109:05,308[A ]| Resolve henceforth upon their other game: 109:05,309[A ]| Where force had fail'd with stratagem to play 109:05,310[A ]| And what haste lost recover by delay. <310> 109:05,311[A ]| St. Albans straight is sent to to forbear, 109:05,312[A ]| Lest the sure peace, forsooth, too soon appear. 109:05,313[A ]| The seamen's clamor to three ends they use: 109:05,314[A ]| To cheat their pay, feign want, the House accuse. 109:05,315[A ]| Each day they bring the tale, and that too true, 109:05,316[A ]| How strong the Dutch their equipage renew. 109:05,317[A ]| Meantime through all the yards their orders run 109:05,318[A ]| To lay the ships us. cease the keels begun. 109:05,319[A ]| The timber rots, and useless axe doth rust, 109:05,320[A ]| Th' unpractic'd saw lies buri'd in its dust, <320> 109:05,321[A ]| The busy hammer sleeps, the ropes untwine, 109:05,322[A ]| The stores and wages all are mine and thine. 109:05,323[A ]| Along the coast and harbours they take care 109:05,324[A ]| That money lack, nor forts be in repair. 109:05,325[A ]| Long thus they could against the House conspire, 109:05,326[A ]| Load them with envy, and with sitting tire, 109:05,327[A ]| And the lov'd King, and never yet deni'd, 109:05,328[A ]| Is brought to beg in public and to chide; 109:05,329[A ]| But when this fail'd, and months enough were spent, 109:05,330[A ]| They with the first day's proffer seem content, <330> 109:05,331[A ]| And to land tax from the exise turn round, 109:05,332[A ]| Bought off with eighteen-hundred-thousand pound. 109:05,333[A ]| Thus, like fair thieves, the Commons' purse they share, 109:05,334[A ]| But all the members' lives, consulting, spare. 109:05,335[A ]| Blither than hare that hath escap'd the hounds, 109:05,336[A ]| The House prorogu'd, the Chancellor rebounds. 109:05,337[A ]| Not so decrepit Aeson, hash'd and stew'd, 109:05,338[A ]| With bitter herbs, rose from the pot renew'd, 109:05,339[A ]| And with fresh age felt his glad limbs unite; 109:05,340[A ]| His gout (yet still he curs'd) had left him quite. <340> 109:05,341[A ]| What frosts to fruit, what ars'nic to the rat, 109:05,342[A ]| What to fair Denham mortal chocolate, 109:05,343[A ]| What an account to Cart'ret, that, and more, 109:05,344[A ]| A Parliament is to the Chancellor. 109:05,345[A ]| So the sad tree shrinks from the morning's eye, 109:05,346[A ]| But blooms all night and shoots its branches high. 109:05,347[A ]| So, at the sun's recess, again returns 109:05,348[A ]| The comet dread and earth and heaven burns. 109:05,349[A ]| Now Mordaunt may, within his castle tow'r, 109:05,350[A ]| Imprison parents and the child deflow'r. <350> 109:05,351[A ]| The Irish herd is now let loose and comes 109:05,352[A ]| By millions over, not by hecatombs; 109:05,353[A ]| And now, now, the Canary patent may 109:05,354[A ]| Be broach'd again for the great holiday. 109:05,355[A ]| See how he reigns in his new palace culminant 109:05,356[A ]| And sits in state divine like Jove the fulminant! 109:05,357[A ]| First Buckingham, that durst 'gainst him rebel, 109:05,358[A ]| Blasted with lightning, struck with thunder, fell. 109:05,359[A ]| Next the twelve Commons are condemn'd to groan 109:05,360[A ]| And roll in vain at Sisyphus's stone. <360> 109:05,361[A ]| But still he car'd, while in revenge he brav'd, 109:05,362[A ]| That peace secur'd and money might be sav'd: 109:05,363[A ]| Gain and revenge, revenge and gain are sweet, 109:05,364[A ]| United most else when by turns they meet. 109:05,365[A ]| France had St. Albans promis'd (so they sing), 109:05,366[A ]| St. Albans promis'd him, and he the King: 109:05,367[A ]| The Count forthwith is order'd all to close, 109:05,368[A ]| To play for Flanders and the stake to lose, 109:05,369[A ]| While, chain'd together, two ambassadors 109:05,370[A ]| Like slaves shall beg for peace at Holland's doors. <370> 109:05,371[A ]| This done, among his Cyclops he retires 109:05,372[A ]| To forge new thunder and inspect their fires. 109:05,373[A ]| The Court as once of war, now fond of peace, 109:05,374[A ]| All to new sports their wanton fears release. 109:05,375[A ]| From Greenwich (where intelligence they hold) 109:05,376[A ]| Comes news of pastime martial and old, 109:05,377[A ]| A punishment invented first to awe 109:05,378[A ]| Masculine wives transgressing Nature's law, 109:05,379[A ]| Where, when the brawny female disobeys 109:05,380[A ]| And beats the husband till for peace he prays, <380> 109:05,381[A ]| No concern'd jury for him damage finds, 109:05,382[A ]| Nor partial justice her behaviour binds, 109:05,383[A ]| But the just street does the next house invade, 109:05,384[A ]| Mounting the neighbour couple on lean jade, 109:05,385[A ]| The distaff knocks, the grains from kettle fly, 109:05,386[A ]| And boys and girls in troops run hooting by: 109:05,387[A ]| Prudent antiquity, that knew by shame 109:05,388[A ]| Better than law domestic crimes to tame, 109:05,389[A ]| And taught youth by spectacle innocent! 109:05,390[A ]| So thou and I, dear Painter, represent <390> 109:05,391[A ]| In quick effigie, others' faults and feign, 109:05,392[A ]| By making them ridiculous, to restrain. 109:05,393[A ]| With homely sight they chose thus to relax 109:05,394[A ]| The joys of state for the new peace and tax. 109:05,395[A ]| So Holland with us had the mast'ry tri'd, 109:05,396[A ]| And our next neighbours, France and Flanders, ride. 109:05,397[A ]| But a fresh news the great designment nips ~~ 109:05,398[A ]| Off at the Isle of Candy Dutch and ships! 109:05,399[A ]| Bab May and Arlington did wisely scoff 109:05,400[A ]| And thought all safe, if they were so far off. <400> 109:05,401[A ]| Modern geographers, 'twas there, they thought, 109:05,402[A ]| Where Venice twenty years the Turk had fought, 109:05,403[A ]| While the first year our navy is but shown, 109:05,404[A ]| The next divided, and third we've none. 109:05,405[A ]| They by the name mistook it for that isle 109:05,406[A ]| Where Pilgrim Palmer travell'd in exile 109:05,407[A ]| With the bull's horn to measure his own head 109:05,408[A ]| And on Pasiphae's tomb to drop a bead. 109:05,409[A ]| But Morrice learn'd demonstrates, by the post, 109:05,410[A ]| This Isle of Candy was on Essex coast. <410> 109:05,411[A ]| Fresh messengers still the sad news assure; 109:05,412[A ]| More tim'rous now we are than first secure. 109:05,413[A ]| False terrors our believing fears devise, 109:05,414[A ]| And the French army one from Calais spies. 109:05,415[A ]| Bennet and May and those of shorter reach 109:05,416[A ]| Change all for guineas and a crown for each, 109:05,417[A ]| But wiser men and well foreseen in chance 109:05,418[A ]| In Holland theirs has lodg'd before, and France. 109:05,419[A ]| Whitehall's unsafe; the court all meditates 109:05,420[A ]| To fly to Windsor and mure up the gates. <420> 109:05,421[A ]| Each does the other blame and all distrust, 109:05,422[A ]| But Mordaunt, now oblig'd, would sure be just. 109:05,423[A ]| Not such a fatal stupefaction reign'd 109:05,424[A ]| At London's flame, nor so the court complain'd. 109:05,425[A ]| The Bloodworth-Chanc'lor gives, then does recall, 109:05,426[A ]| Orders; amaz'd at last gives none at all. 109:05,427[A ]| St. Alban's writ to, that he may bewail 109:05,428[A ]| To master Louis and tell coward tale, 109:05,429[A ]| How yet the Hollanders do make a noise, 109:05,430[A ]| Threaten to beat us, and are naughty boys. <430> 109:05,431[A ]| Now Doleman's disobedient and they still 109:05,432[A ]| Uncivil; his unkindness would us kill. 109:05,433[A ]| Tell him our ships unrigg'd, our forts unmann'd, 109:05,434[A ]| Our money spent; else 'twere at his command. 109:05,435[A ]| Summon him therefore of his word and prove 109:05,436[A ]| To move him out of pity, if not love; 109:05,437[A ]| Pray him to make De Witt and Ruyter cease 109:05,438[A ]| And whip the Dutch, unless they'll hold their peace. 109:05,439[A ]| But Louis was of memory but dull 109:05,440[A ]| And to St. Albans too undutiful; <440> 109:05,441[A ]| Nor word, nor near relation, did revere, 109:05,442[A ]| But ask'd him bluntly for his character. 109:05,443[A ]| The gravell'd Count did with the answer faint 109:05,444[A ]| (His character was that which thou didst paint) 109:05,445[A ]| And so enforc'd, like enemy or spy, 109:05,446[A ]| Trusses his baggage and the camp does fly, 109:05,447[A ]| Yet Louis writes and, lest our heart should break, 109:05,448[A ]| Consoles us morally out of Seneque. 109:05,449[A ]| Two letters next unto Breda are sent: 109:05,450[A ]| In cipher one to Harry Excellent; <450> 109:05,451[A ]| The first instructs our (verse the name abhors) 109:05,452[A ]| Plenipotentiary ambassadors 109:05,453[A ]| To prove by Scripture treaty does imply 109:05,454[A ]| Cessation, as the look adultery, 109:05,455[A ]| And that by law of arms, in martial strife, 109:05,456[A ]| Who yields his sword has title to his life. 109:05,457[A ]| Presbyter Holles the first point should clear, 109:05,458[A ]| The second Coventry the Cavalier; 109:05,459[A ]| But, would they not be argu'd back from sea, 109:05,460[A ]| Then to return home straight, infecta re. <460> 109:05,461[A ]| But Harry's order'd, if they won't recall 109:05,462[A ]| Their fleet, to threaten we will grant them all. 109:05,463[A ]| Hyde's flippant style there pleasantly curvets, 109:05,464[A ]| Still his sharp wit on states and princes whets 109:05,465[A ]| (So Spain could not escape his laughter's spleen: 109:05,466[A ]| None but himself must choose the King a Queen), 109:05,467[A ]| But when he came the odious clause to pen 109:05,468[A ]| That summons up the Parliament again, 109:05,469[A ]| His writing master many a time he bann'd 109:05,470[A ]| And wish'd himself the gout to seize his hand. <470> 109:05,471[A ]| Never old lecher more repugnance felt, 109:05,472[A ]| Consenting, for his rupture, to be gelt; 109:05,473[A ]| But still in hope he solac'd, ere they come, 109:05,474[A ]| To work the peace and so to send them home, 109:05,475[A ]| Or in their hasty call to find a flaw, 109:05,476[A ]| Their acts to vitiate and them overawe; 109:05,477[A ]| But most reli'd upon this Dutch pretense 109:05,478[A ]| To raise a two-edg'd army for's defense. 109:05,479[A ]| First then he march'd our whole militia's force 109:05,480[A ]| (As if, indeed, we ships or Dutch had horse); <480> 109:05,481[A ]| Then, from the usual commonplace, he blames 109:05,482[A ]| These, and in standing Army's praise declaims; 109:05,483[A ]| And the wise-Court, that always lov'd it dear, 109:05,484[A ]| Now thinks all but too little for their fear. 109:05,485[A ]| Hyde stamps, and straight upon the ground the swarms 109:05,486[A ]| Of current Myrmidons appear in arms, 109:05,487[A ]| And for their pay he writes as from the King 109:05,488[A ]| With that curs'd quill pluck'd from a vulture's wing 109:05,489[A ]| Of the whole nation now to ask a loan 109:05,490[A ]| (The eighteen-hundred-thousand pound was gone). <490> 109:05,491[A ]| This done, he pens a proclamation stout, 109:05,492[A ]| In rescue of the banquiers banquerouts, 109:05,493[A ]| His minion imps that in his secret part 109:05,494[A ]| Lie nuzzling at the sacramental wart, 109:05,495[A ]| Horse-leeches circling at the hem'rrhoid vein: 109:05,496[A ]| He sucks the King, they him, he them again. 109:05,497[A ]| The kingdom's farm he lets them to bid least 109:05,498[A ]| (Greater the bribe, and that's at interest). 109:05,499[A ]| Here men induc'd by safety, gain, and ease, 109:05,500[A ]| Their money lodge, confiscate when he please. <500> 109:05,501[A ]| These can at need, at instant, with a scrip 109:05,502[A ]| (This lik'd him best) his cash beyond sea whip. 109:05,503[A ]| When Dutch invade, when Parliament prepare, 109:05,504[A ]| How can he engines so convenient spare? 109:05,505[A ]| Let no man touch them or demand his own, 109:05,506[A ]| Pain of displeasure of great Clarendon. 109:05,507[A ]| The state affairs thus marshall'd, for the rest, 109:05,508[A ]| Monck in his shirt against the Dutch is press'd. 109:05,509[A ]| Often, dear Painter, have I sat and mus'd 109:05,510[A ]| Why he should still b'on all adventures us'd: <510> 109:05,511[A ]| If they for nothing all, like ashen-wood, 109:05,512[A ]| Or think him, like herb john, for nothing good? 109:05,513[A ]| Whether his valour they so much admire, 109:05,514[A ]| Or that for cowardice they all retire, 109:05,515[A ]| As Heav'n in storms, they call, in gusts of state, 109:05,516[A ]| On Monck and Parliament yet both do hate. 109:05,517[A ]| All causes sure concur, but most they think 109:05,518[A ]| Under Herculean labours he may sink. 109:05,519[A ]| Soon the the independent troops would close, 109:05,520[A ]| And Hyde;s last project would his place dispose. <520> 109:05,521[A ]| Ruyter the while, that had our ocean curb'd, 109:05,522[A ]| Sail'd now among our rivers undisturb'd, 109:05,523[A ]| Survey'd their crystal streams and banks so green 109:05,524[A ]| And beauties ere this never naked seen. 109:05,525[A ]| Through the vain sedge the bashful nymphs he ey'd: 109:05,526[A ]| Bosoms and all which from themselves they hide. 109:05,527[A ]| The sun much brighter, and the skies more clear, 109:05,528[A ]| He finds the air and all things sweeter here. 109:05,529[A ]| The sudden change and such a tempting sight 109:05,530[A ]| Swells his old veins with fresh blood, fresh delight. <530> 109:05,531[A ]| Like am'rous victors he begins to shave, 109:05,532[A ]| And his new face looks in the English wave. 109:05,533[A ]| His sporting navy all about him swim 109:05,534[A ]| And witness their complacence in their trim. 109:05,535[A ]| Their streaming silks play through the weather fair 109:05,536[A ]| And with inveigling colours court the air, 109:05,537[A ]| While the red flags breathe on their top-masts high 109:05,538[A ]| Terror and war but want an enemy. 109:05,539[A ]| Among the shrouds the seamen sit and sing, 109:05,540[A ]| And wanton boys on every rope do cling. <540> 109:05,541[A ]| Old Neptune springs the tides and water lent 109:05,542[A ]| (The gods themselves do help the provident), 109:05,543[A ]| And, where the deep keel on the shallow cleaves, 109:05,544[A ]| With trident's lever and great shoulder heaves. 109:05,545[A ]| Aeolus their sails inspires with eastern wind, 109:05,546[A ]| Puffs them along, and breathes upon them kind. 109:05,547[A ]| With pearly shell the Tritons all the while 109:05,548[A ]| Sound the sea-march and guide to Sheppy Isle. 109:05,549[A ]| So have I seen in April's bud arise 109:05,550[A ]| A fleet of clouds, sailing along the skies; <550> 109:05,551[A ]| The liquid region with their squadrons fill'd, 109:05,552[A ]| Their airy sterns the sun behind does gild, 109:05,553[A ]| And gentle gales them steer, and Heaven drives, 109:05,554[A ]| When, all on sudeen, their calm bosom rives 109:05,555[A ]| With thunder and lightning from each armed cloud; 109:05,556[A ]| Shepherds themselves in vain in bushes shroud. 109:05,557[A ]| Such up the stream the Belgic navy glides 109:05,558[A ]| And at Sheerness unloads its stormy sides. 109:05,559[A ]| Spragge there, though practic'd in the sea command, 109:05,560[A ]| With panting heart lay like a fish on land <560> 109:05,561[A ]| And quickly judg'd the fort was not tenable, 109:05,562[A ]| Which, if a house, yet were not tenantable. 109:05,563[A ]| No man could sit there safe: the canon pow'rs 109:05,564[A ]| Thorough the walls untight and bullets show'rs, 109:05,565[A ]| The neighb'rhood ill and an unwholesome seat, 109:05,566[A ]| So at the first salute resolves retreat 109:05,567[A ]| And swore that he would never more dwell there 109:05,568[A ]| Until the City put it in repair; 109:05,569[A ]| So he in front, his garrison in rear, 109:05,570[A ]| March straight to Chatham to increase the fear. <570> 109:05,571[A ]| There our sick ships unrigg'd in summer lay 109:05,572[A ]| Like molting fowl, a weak and easy prey, 109:05,573[A ]| For whose strong bulk earth scarce could timber find, 109:05,574[A ]| The ocean water, of the heavens wind ~~ 109:05,575[A ]| Those oaken giants of the ancient race, 109:05,576[A ]| That rul'd all seas and did our Channel grace. 109:05,577[A ]| The conscious stag, so, once the forest's dread, 109:05,578[A ]| Flies to the wood and hides his armless head. 109:05,579[A ]| Ruyter forthwith a squadron does untack; 109:05,580[A ]| They sail securely through the river's track. <580> 109:05,581[A ]| An English pilot too (O shame, O sin!) 109:05,582[A ]| Cheated of pay, was he that show'd them in. 109:05,583[A ]| Our wretched ships, within, their fate attend, 109:05,584[A ]| And all our hopes now on frail chain depend: 109:05,585[A ]| Engine so slight to guard us from the sea, 109:05,586[A ]| It fitter seem'd to captivate a flea. 109:05,587[A ]| A skipper rude shocks it without respect, 109:05,588[A ]| Filling his sails, more force to recollect. 109:05,589[A ]| Th' English from shore the iron deaf invoke 109:05,590[A ]| For its last aid: "Hold chain, or we are broke!" <590> 109:05,591[A ]| But with her sailing weight the Holland keel, 109:05,592[A ]| Snapping the brittle links, dos thorough reel 109:05,593[A ]| And to the rest the open'd passage shew; 109:05,594[A ]| Monck from the bank the dismal sight does view. 109:05,595[A ]| Our feather'd gallants, which came down that day 109:05,596[A ]| To be spectators safe of the new play, 109:05,597[A ]| Leave him alone when first they hear the gun 109:05,598[A ]| (Cornb'ry the fleetest) and to London run. 109:05,599[A ]| Our seamen, whom no danger's shape could fright, 109:05,600[A ]| Unpaid refuse to mount our ships for spite, <600> 109:05,601[A ]| Or to their fellows swim on board the Dutch, 109:05,602[A ]| Which show the tempting metal in their clutch. 109:05,603[A ]| Oft had he sent of Duncombe and of Legge 109:05,604[A ]| Cannon and powder, but in vain, to beg; 109:05,605[A ]| And Upnor Castle's ill-deserted wall, 109:05,606[A ]| Now needful, does for ammunition call. 109:05,607[A ]| He finds, wheres'e'er he succour might expect, 109:05,608[A ]| Confusion, folly, treach'ry, fear, neglect. 109:05,609[A ]| But when the Royal Charles (what rage, what grief!) 109:05,610[A ]| He saw seiz'd and could give her no relief ~~ <610> 109:05,611[A ]| That sacred keel which had, as he, restor'd 109:05,612[A ]| His exil'd Sov'reign on its happy board, 109:05,613[A ]| And thence the British Admiral became, 109:05,614[A ]| Crown'd, for that merit, with their master's name; 109:05,615[A ]| That pleasure-boat of war, in whose dear side 109:05,616[A ]| Secure so oft had he this foe defi'd, 109:05,617[A ]| Now a cheap spoil and the mean victor's slave, 109:05,618[A ]| Taught the Dutch colours from its top to wave ~~ 109:05,619[A ]| Of former glories the reproachful thought, 109:05,620[A ]| With present shame compar'd, his mind distraught. <620> 109:05,621[A ]| Such, from Euphrates' bank, a tigress fell 109:05,622[A ]| After the robber for her whelps doth yell; 109:05,623[A ]| But sees enrag'd the river flow between, 109:05,624[A ]| Frustrate revenge, and love, by loss more keen; 109:05,625[A ]| At her own breast her useless claws does arm: 109:05,626[A ]| She tears herself, since him she cannot harm. 109:05,627[A ]| The guards, plac'd for the chain's and fleet's defence, 109:05,628[A ]| Long since were fled on many a feign'd pretence. 109:05,629[A ]| Daniel had there adventur'd, man of might; 109:05,630[A ]| Sweet Painter, draw his picture while I write. <630> 109:05,631[A ]| Paint him of person tall and big of bone, 109:05,632[A ]| Large limbs, like ox, not to be kill'd but shown. 109:05,633[A ]| Scarce can burnt iv'ry feign an hair so black; 109:05,634[A ]| Or face so red, thine ochre and thy lac. 109:05,635[A ]| Mix a vain terror in his martial look, 109:05,636[A ]| And all those lines by which men are mistook; 109:05,637[A ]| But when, by shame constrain'd to go on board, 109:05,638[A ]| He heard how the wild cannon nearer roar'd 109:05,639[A ]| And saw himself confin'd like sheep in pen, 109:05,640[A ]| Daniel then thought he was in lion's den. <640> 109:05,641[A ]| And when the frightful fireships he saw, 109:05,642[A ]| Pregnant with sulphur, to him nearer draw, 109:05,643[A ]| Captain, lieutenant, ensign, all make haste 109:05,644[A ]| Ere in the fi'ry furnace they be cast. 109:05,645[A ]| Three children tall, unsing'd, away they row, 109:05,646[A ]| Like Shadrack, Meshack, and Abednego. 109:05,647[A ]| Not so brave Douglas, on whose lovely chin 109:05,648[A ]| The early down but newly did begin, 109:05,649[A ]| And modest beauty yet his sex did veil, 109:05,650[A ]| While envious virgins hope he is a male. <650> 109:05,651[A ]| His yellow locks curl back themselves to seek, 109:05,652[A ]| Nor other courtship knew but to his cheek. 109:05,653[A ]| Oft as he in chill Esk or Seine by night 109:05,654[A ]| Harden'd and cool'd his limbs, so soft, so white, 109:05,655[A ]| Among the reeds, to be espi'd by him, 109:05,656[A ]| The nymphs would rustle; he would forward swim. 109:05,657[A ]| They sigh'd and said, "Fond boy, why so untame, 109:05,658[A ]| That fli'st love's fires, reserv'd for other flame?" 109:05,659[A ]| Fix'd on his ship, he fac'd that horrid day 109:05,660[A ]| And wonder'd much at those that run away. <660> 109:05,661[A ]| Nor other fear himself could comprehend 109:05,662[A ]| Than lest Heav'n fall ere thither he ascend, 109:05,663[A ]| But entertains the while his time too short 109:05,664[A ]| With birding at the Dutch, as if in sport, 109:05,665[A ]| Or waves his sword, and could he them conjure 109:05,666[A ]| Within its circle, knows himself secure. 109:05,667[A ]| The fatal bark him boards with grappling fire, 109:05,668[A ]| And safely through its port the Dutch retire. 109:05,669[A ]| That precious life he yet disdains to save 109:05,670[A ]| Or with known art to try the gentle wave. <670> 109:05,671[A ]| Much him the honours of his ancient race 109:05,672[A ]| Inspire, nor would he his own deeds deface, 109:05,673[A ]| And secret joy in his calm soul does rise 109:05,674[A ]| That Monck looks on to see how Douglas dies. 109:05,675[A ]| Like a glad lover the fierce flames he meets 109:05,676[A ]| And tries his first embraces in their sheets. 109:05,677[A ]| His shape exact, which the bright flames enfold, 109:05,678[A ]| Like the sun's statue stands of burnish'd gold. 109:05,679[A ]| Round the transparent fire about him glows, 109:05,680[A ]| As the clear amber on the bee does close, <680> 109:05,681[A ]| And, as on angels' heads their glories shine, 109:05,682[A ]| His burning locks adorn his face divine. 109:05,683[A ]| But when in his immortal mind he felt 109:05,684[A ]| His alt'ring form and soldier'd limbs to melt, 109:05,685[A ]| Down on the deck he laid himself and di'd, 109:05,686[A ]| With his dear sword reposing by his side 109:05,687[A ]| And on the flaming plank so rests his head 109:05,688[A ]| As one that's warm'd himself and gone to bed. 109:05,689[A ]| His ship burns down and with his relics sinks, 109:05,690[A ]| And the sad stream beneath his ashes drinks. <690> 109:05,691[A ]| Fortunate boy! If either pencil's fame, 109:05,692[A ]| Or if my verse can propagate thy name, 109:05,693[A ]| When Oeta and Alcides are forgot, 109:05,694[A ]| Our English youth shall sing the valiant Scot. 109:05,695[A ]| Each doleful day still with fresh loss returns: 109:05,696[A ]| The Loyal London now a third time burns, 109:05,697[A ]| And the true Royal Oak and Royal James, 109:05,698[A ]| Alli'd in fate, increase with theirs her flames. 109:05,699[A ]| Of all our navy none should now survive, 109:05,700[A ]| But that the ships themselves were taught to dive, <700> 109:05,701[A ]| And the kind river in its creek them hides, 109:05,702[A ]| Fraughting their pierced keels with oozy tides. 109:05,703[A ]| Up to the bridge contagious terror strook: 109:05,704[A ]| The Tow'r itself with the near danger shook, 109:05,705[A ]| And, were not Ruyter's maw with ravage cloy'd, 109:05,706[A ]| E'en London's ashes had been then destroy'd. 109:05,707[A ]| Officious fear, however, to prevent 109:05,708[A ]| Our loss does so much more our loss augment: 109:05,709[A ]| The Dutch had robb'd those jewels of the crown; 109:05,710[A ]| Our merchantmen, lest they be burn'd, we drown. <710> 109:05,711[A ]| So when the Fire did not enough devour, 109:05,712[A ]| The houses were demolish'd near the Tow'r. 109:05,713[A ]| Those ships that yearly from their teeming hole 109:05,714[A ]| Unloaded here the birth of either pole ~~ 109:05,715[A ]| Furs from the north and silver from the west, 109:05,716[A ]| Wines from the south, and spices from the east; 109:05,717[A ]| From Gambo gold, and from the Ganges gems ~~ 109:05,718[A ]| Take a short voyage underneath the Thames, 109:05,719[A ]| Once a deep river, now with timber floor'd, 109:05,720[A ]| And shrunk, lest navigable, to a ford. <720> 109:05,721[A ]| Now (nothing more at Chatham left to burn), 109:05,722[A ]| The Holland squadron leisurely return, 109:05,723[A ]| And, spite of Ruperts and of Albemarles, 109:05,724[A ]| To Ruyter's triumph lead the captive Charles. 109:05,725[A ]| The pleasing sight he often does prolong: 109:05,726[A ]| Her masts erect, tough cordage, timbers strong, 109:05,727[A ]| Her moving shapes, all these he does survey, 109:05,728[A ]| And all admires, but most his easy prey. 109:05,729[A ]| The seamen search her all, within, without: 109:05,730[A ]| Viewing her strength, they yet their conquest doubt; <730> 109:05,731[A ]| Then with rude shouts, secure, they air they vex, 109:05,732[A ]| With gamesome joy insulting on her decks. 109:05,733[A ]| Such the fear'd Hebrew, captive, blinded, shorn, 109:05,735[A ]| Black day accurs'd! on thee let no man hail 109:05,736[A ]| Out of the port, or dare to hoist a sail, 109:05,737[A ]| Nor row a boat in thy unlucky hour. 109:05,738[A ]| Thee, the year's monster, let thy dam devour, 109:05,739[A ]| And constant Time, to keep his course yet right, 109:05,740[A ]| Fill up thy space with a redoubled night. <740> 109:05,741[A ]| When aged Thames was bound with fetters base, 109:05,742[A ]| And Medway chaste ravish'd before his face, 109:05,743[A ]| And their dear offspring murder'd in their sight, 109:05,744[A ]| Thou and thy fellows held'st the odious light. 109:05,745[A ]| Sad change since first that happy pair was wed, 109:05,746[A ]| When all the rivers grac'd their nuptial bed, 109:05,747[A ]| And father Neptune promis'd to resign 109:05,748[A ]| His empire old to their immortal line! 109:05,749[A ]| Now with vain grief their vainer hopes they rue, 109:05,750[A ]| Themselves dishonour'd, and the gods untrue, <750> 109:05,751[A ]| And to each other, helpless couple, moan, 109:05,752[A ]| As the sad tortoise for the sea does groan. 109:05,753[A ]| But most they for their darling Charles complain, 109:05,754[A ]| And, were it burnt, yet less would be their pain. 109:05,755[A ]| To see that fatal pledge of sea command 109:05,756[A ]| Now in the ravisher De Ruyter's hand, 109:05,757[A ]| The Thames roar'd, swooning Medway turn'd her tide, 109:05,758[A ]| And, were they mortal, both for grief had di'd. 109:05,759[A ]| The court in farthing yet itself does please, 109:05,760[A ]| And female Stuart there rules the four seas, <760> 109:05,761[A ]| But Fate does still accumulate our woes, 109:05,762[A ]| And Richmond her commands, as Ruyter those. 109:05,763[A ]| After this loss, to relish discontent, 109:05,764[A ]| Someone must be accus'd by punishment. 109:05,765[A ]| All our miscarriages on Pett must fall: 109:05,766[A ]| His name alone seems fit to answer all. 109:05,767[A ]| Whose counsel first did this mad war beget? 109:05,768[A ]| Who all commands sold through the navy? Pett. 109:05,769[A ]| Who would not follow when the Dutch were beat? 109:05,770[A ]| Who treated out the time at Bergen? Pett. <770> 109:05,771[A ]| Who the Dutch fleet with storms disabl'd met, 109:05,772[A ]| And, rifling prizes, them neglected? Pett. 109:05,773[A ]| Who with false news prevented the Gazette, 109:05,774[A ]| The fleet divided, writ for Rupert? Pett. 109:05,775[A ]| Who all our seamen cheated of their debt, 109:05,776[A ]| And all our prizes who did swallow? Pett. 109:05,777[A ]| Who did advise no navy out to set, 109:05,778[A ]| And who the forts left unrepaired? Pett. 109:05,779[A ]| Who to supply with powder did forget 109:05,780[A ]| Landguard, Sheerness, Gravesend and Upnor? Pett. <780> 109:05,781[A ]| Who all our ships expos'd in Chatham's net? 109:05,782[A ]| Who should it be but the Fanatic Pett? 109:05,783[A ]| Pett, the sea-architect, in making ships, 109:05,784[A ]| Was the first cause of all these naval slips: 109:05,785[A ]| Had he not built, none of these faults had been; 109:05,786[A ]| If no creation, there had been no sin. 109:05,787[A ]| But, his great crime, one boat away he sent, 109:05,788[A ]| That lost our fleet and did our flight prevent. 109:05,789[A ]| Then (that reward might in its turn take place, 109:05,790[A ]| And march with punishment in equal pace), <790> 109:05,791[A ]| Southampton dead, much of the treasure's care 109:05,792[A ]| And place in council fell to Duncombe's share. 109:05,793[A ]| All men admir'd he to that pitch could fly: 109:05,794[A ]| Powder ne'er blew man up so soon so high, 109:05,795[A ]| But sure his late good husbandry in petre 109:05,796[A ]| Show'd him to manage the Exchequer meeter; 109:05,797[A ]| And who the forts would not vouchsafe acorn, 109:05,798[A ]| To lavish the King's money more would scorn. 109:05,799[A ]| Who hath no chimneys, to give all is best, 109:05,800[A ]| And ablest Speaker, who of law has least; <800> 109:05,801[A ]| Who less estate, for Treasurer most fit, 109:05,802[A ]| And for a couns'lor, he that has least wit. 109:05,803[A ]| But the true cause was that, in's brother May, 109:05,804[A ]| Th' Exchequer might the Privy-Purse obey. 109:05,805[A ]| But now draws near the Parliament's return; 109:05,806[A ]| Hyde and the Court again begin to mourn: 109:05,807[A ]| Frequent in council, earnest in debate, 109:05,808[A ]| All arts they try how to prolong its date. 109:05,809[A ]| Grave primate Sheldon (much in preaching there) 109:05,810[A ]| Blames the last session and this more does fear: <810> 109:05,811[A ]| With Boynton or with Middleton 'twere sweet, 109:05,812[A ]| But with a Parliament abhors to meet 109:05,813[A ]| And thinks 'twill ne'er be well within this nation, 109:05,814[A ]| Till it be govern'd by a Convocation. 109:05,815[A ]| But in the Thames' mouth still De Ruyter laid; 109:05,816[A ]| The peace not sure, new army must be paid. 109:05,817[A ]| Hyde saith he hourly waits for a dispatch; 109:05,818[A ]| Harry came post just as he show'd his watch, 109:05,819[A ]| All to agree the articles were clear, 109:05,820[A ]| The Holland fleet and Parliament so near; <820> 109:05,821[A ]| Yet Harry must job back and all mature, 109:05,822[A ]| Binding, ere th' Houses meet, the treaty sure, 109:05,823[A ]| And 'twixt necessity and spite, till then, 109:05,824[A ]| Let them come up so to go down again. 109:05,825[A ]| Up ambles country justice on his pad 109:05,826[A ]| And vest bespeaks to be more seemly clad. 109:05,827[A ]| Plain gentlemen in stagecoach are o'erthrown 109:05,828[A ]| And deputy-lieutenants in their own. 109:05,829[A ]| The portly burgess through the weather hot 109:05,830[A ]| Does for his corporation sweat and trot; <830> 109:05,831[A ]| And all with sun and choler come adust 109:05,832[A ]| And threaten Hyde to raise a greater dust. 109:05,833[A ]| But, fresh as from the mint, the courtiers fine 109:05,834[A ]| Salute them, smiling at their vain design, 109:05,835[A ]| And Turnor gay up to his perch does march 109:05,836[A ]| With face new bleach'd, smoothen'd and stiff with starch; 109:05,837[A ]| Tells them he at Whitehall had took a turn 109:05,838[A ]| And for three days thence moves them to adjourn. 109:05,839[A ]| "Not so!" quoth Tomkins, and straight drew his tongue, 109:05,840[A ]| Trusty as steel, that always ready hung; <840> 109:05,841[A ]| And so, proceeding in his motion warm, 109:05,842[A ]| Th' army soon rais'd he doth as soon disarm. 109:05,843[A ]| True Trojan! While this town can girls afford, 109:05,844[A ]| As long as cider lasts in Hereford, 109:05,845[A ]| The girls shall always kiss thee, though grown old, 109:05,846[A ]| And in eternal healths thy name be troll'd. 109:05,847[A ]| Meanwhile the certain news of peace arrives 109:05,848[A ]| At court and so reprieves their guilty lives. 109:05,849[A ]| Hyde orders Turnor that he should come late, 109:05,850[A ]| Lest some new Tomkins spring a fresh debate. <850> 109:05,851[A ]| The King that day rais'd early fromhis rest, 109:05,852[A ]| Expects (as at a play) till Turnor's dress'd. 109:05,853[A ]| At last together Eaton come and he: 109:05,854[A ]| No dial more could with the sun agree. 109:05,855[A ]| The Speaker, summon'd, to the Lords repairs, 109:05,856[A ]| Nor gave the Commons leave to say their pray'rs, 109:05,857[A ]| But like his pris'ners to the bar them led, 109:05,858[A ]| Where mute they stand to hear their sentence read. 109:05,859[A ]| Trembling with joy and fear, Hyde them prorogues, 109:05,860[A ]| And had almost mistook and call'd them rogues. <860> 109:05,861[A ]| Dear Painter, draw this Speaker to the foot; 109:05,862[A ]| Where pencil cannot, there my pen shall do't: 109:05,863[A ]| That may his body, this his mind explain. 109:05,864[A ]| Paint him in golden gown, with mace's brain, 109:05,865[A ]| Bright hair, fair face, obscure and dull of head, 109:05,866[A ]| Like knife with iv'ry haft and edge of lead. 109:05,867[A ]| At pray'rs his eyes turn up the pious white, 109:05,868[A ]| But all the while his private bill's in sight. 109:05,869[A ]| In chair he smoking sits like master cook, 109:05,870[A ]| And a poll-bill does like his apron look. <870> 109:05,871[A ]| Well was he skill'd to season any question 109:05,872[A ]| And make a sauce fit for Whitehall's digestion, 109:05,873[A ]| Whence ev'ry day, the palate more to tickle, 109:05,874[A ]| Court-mushrumps ready are sent in in pickle. 109:05,875[A ]| When grievance urg'd, he swells like squatted toad, 109:05,876[A ]| Frisks like a frog to croak a tax's load; 109:05,877[A ]| His patient piss he could hold longer than 109:05,878[A ]| An urinal and sit like any hen; 109:05,879[A ]| At table jolly as a country host 109:05,880[A ]| And soaks his sack with Norfolk like a toast; <880> 109:05,881[A ]| At night than Chanticleer more brisk and hot, 109:05,882[A ]| And Sergeant's wife serves him for Pertelotte. 109:05,883[A ]| Paint last the King and a dead shade of night, 109:05,884[A ]| Only dispers'd by a weak taper's light, 109:05,885[A ]| And those bright gleams that dart along and glare 109:05,886[A ]| From his clear eyes (yet these too dark with care). 109:05,887[A ]| There, as in th' calm horror all alone 109:05,888[A ]| He wakes and muses of th' uneasy throne, 109:05,889[A ]| Raise up a sudden shape with virgin's face, 109:05,890[A ]| (Though ill agree her posture, hour, or place), <890> 109:05,891[A ]| Naked as born, and her round arms behind 109:05,892[A ]| With her own tresses interwove and twin'd; 109:05,893[A ]| Her mouth lock'd up, a blind before her eyes, 109:05,894[A ]| Yet from beneath the veil her blushes rise, 109:05,895[A ]| And silent tears her secret anguish speak; 109:05,896[A ]| Her heart throbs and with very shame would break. 109:05,897[A ]| The object strange in him no terror mov'd: 109:05,898[A ]| He wonder'd first, then piti'd, then he lov'd 109:05,899[A ]| And with kind hand does the coy vision press 109:05,900[A ]| (Whose beauty greater seem'd by her distress), <900> 109:05,901[A ]| But soon shrunk back, chill'd with her touch so cold, 109:05,902[A ]| And th' airy picture vanish'd from his hold. 109:05,903[A ]| In his deep thoughts the wonder did increase, 109:05,904[A ]| And he devin'd 'twas England or the Peace. 109:05,905[A ]| Express him startling next with list'ning ear, 109:05,906[A ]| As one that some unusual noise does hear. 109:05,907[A ]| With cannon, trumpets, drums, his door surround, 109:05,908[A ]| But let some other painter draw the sound. 109:05,909[A ]| Thrice did he rise, thrice the vain tumult fled, 109:05,910[A ]| But again thunders when he lies in bed. <910> 109:05,911[A ]| His mind secure does the known stroke repeat 109:05,912[A ]| And finds the drums Louis's march did beat. 109:05,913[A ]| Shakes then the room and all his curtains tear 109:05,914[A ]| And with blue streaks infect the taper clear, 109:05,915[A ]| While the pale ghosts his eye does fix'd admire 109:05,916[A ]| Of grandsire Harry and of Charles his sire. 109:05,917[A ]| Harry sits down, and in his open side 109:05,918[A ]| The grisly wound reveals of which he di'd, 109:05,919[A ]| And ghastly Charles, turning his collar low, 109:05,920[A ]| The purple thread about his neck does show, <920> 109:05,921[A ]| Then, whisp'ring to his son in words unheard, 109:05,922[A ]| Through the lock'd door both of them disappear'd. 109:05,923[A ]| The wondrous night the pensive King revolves. 109:05,924[A ]| And rising straight on Hyde's Disgrace resolves 109:05,925[A ]| At his first step he Castlemaine does find, 109:05,926[A ]| Bennet, and Coventry, as't were design'd; 109:05,927[A ]| And they, not knowing, the same thing propose 109:05,928[A ]| Which his hid mind did in its depths enclose. 109:05,929[A ]| Through their feign'd speech their secret hearts he knew: 109:05,930[A ]| To her own husband, Castlemaine untrue; <930> 109:05,931[A ]| False to his master Bristol, Arlington; 109:05,932[A ]| And Coventry, falser than anyone, 109:05,933[A ]| Who to the brother, brother would betray, 109:05,934[A ]| Nor therefore trusts himself to such as they. 109:05,935[A ]| His father's ghost too whisper'd him one note, 109:05,936[A ]| That who does cut his purse will cut his throat, 109:05,937[A ]| But in wise anger he their crimes forbears, 109:05,938[A ]| As thieves repriev'd for executioners; 109:05,939[A ]| While Hyde, provok'd, his foaming tusk does whet, 109:05,940[A ]| To prove them traitors and himself the Pett. <940> 109:05,941[A ]| Painter, adieu! How well our arts agree, 109:05,942[A ]| Poetic picture, painted poetry; 109:05,943[A ]| But this great work is for our Monarch fit, 109:05,944[A ]| And henceforth Charles only to Charles shall sit. 109:05,945[A ]| His master-hand the ancients shall outdo, 109:05,946[A ]| Himself the painter and the poet too. 109:05,947[A ]| To the King 109:05,947[A ]| So his bold tube man to the sun appli'd 109:05,948[A ]| And spots unknown to the bright star descri'd, 109:05,949[A ]| Show'd they obscure him while too near they prease, 109:05,950[A ]| And seem his courtiers, are but his disease. <950> 109:05,951[A ]| Through optic trunk the planet seem'd to hear, 109:05,952[A ]| And hurls them off e'er since in his career. 109:05,953[A ]| And you, great Sir, that with him empire share, 109:05,954[A ]| Sun of our world, as he the Charles is there, 109:05,955[A ]| Blame not the Muse that brought these spots to sight, 109:05,956[A ]| Which, in your splendour hid, corrode your light: 109:05,957[A ]| Kings in the country oft have gone astray 109:05,958[A ]| Nor of a peasant scorn'd to learn the way. 109:05,959[A ]| Would she the unattended throne reduce, 109:05,960[A ]| Banishing love, trust, ornament, and use, <960> 109:05,961[A ]| Better it were to live in cloister's lock, 109:05,962[A ]| Or in fair fields to rule the easy flock. 109:05,963[A ]| She blames them only who the Court restrain 109:05,964[A ]| And, where all England serves, themselves would reign. 109:05,965[A ]| Bold and accurs'd are they that all this while 109:05,966[A ]| Have strove to isle our Monarch from his isle, 109:05,967[A ]| And to improve themselves, on false pretence, 109:05,968[A ]| About the common Prince have rais'd a fence; 109:05,969[A ]| The kingdom from the crown distinct would see 109:05,970[A ]| And peel the bark to burn at last the tree. <970> 109:05,971[A ]| But Ceres corn, and Flora is the spring, 109:05,972[A ]| Bacchus is wine, the country is the king. 109:05,973[A ]| Not so does rust insinuating wear, 109:05,974[A ]| Nor powder so the vaulted bastion tear, 109:05,975[A ]| Nor earthquakes so an hollow isle o'erwhelm, 109:05,976[A ]| As scratching courtiers undermine a realm 109:05,977[A ]| And through the palace's foundations bore, 109:05,978[A ]| Burr'wing themselves to hoard their guilty store. 109:05,979[A ]| The smallest vermin make the greatest waste, 109:05,980[A ]| And a poor warren once a city ras'd. <980> 109:05,981[A ]| But they whom, born to virtue and to wealth, 109:05,982[A ]| Nor guilt to flatt'ry binds, nor want to stealth; 109:05,983[A ]| Whose gen'rous conscience and whose courage high 109:05,984[A ]| Does with clear counsels their large souls supply; 109:05,985[A ]| That serve the King with their estates and care, 109:05,986[A ]| And as in love on Parliaments can stare, 109:05,987[A ]| Where few the number, choice is there less hard: 109:05,988[A ]| Give us this Court and rule without a guard. 109:05,000[A ]| 109:05,000[A ]| 109:05,000[A ]| 109:05,000[A ]| 109:05,000[A ]| 109:05,000[A ]| 109:04,000@@@@@| 109:04,000[A ]| 109:04,001[A ]| Draw England ruin'd by what was giv'n before, 109:04,002[A ]| And draw the Commons slow in giving more. 109:04,003[A ]| To late grown wiser, they their treasure see 109:04,004[A ]| Consum'd by fraud or lost by treachery, 109:04,005[A ]| And vainly now would some account receive 109:04,006[A ]| Of those vast sums which they so idly gave 109:04,007[A ]| And trusted to the management of such 109:04,008[A ]| As Dunkirk sold to make war with the Dutch ~~ 109:04,009[A ]| Dunkirk, once destin'd for a nobler use 109:04,010[A ]| Than to erect a petty lawyer's house. <10> 109:04,011[A ]| But what account could they from those expect 109:04,012[A ]| Who, to enrich themselves, the state neglect? 109:04,013[A ]| Men who in England have no other lot 109:04,014[A ]| Than what they by betraying it have got; 109:04,015[A ]| Who can pretend to nothing but disgrace 109:04,016[A ]| Where either birth or merit find a place. 109:04,017[A ]| Plague, fire, war have been the nation's curse, 109:04,018[A ]| But to have these our rulers is a worse. 109:04,019[A ]| Yet draw these causers of our kingdom's woe 109:04,020[A ]| Still urging danger from our growing foe, <20> 109:04,021[A ]| Asking new aid for war with the same face 109:04,022[A ]| As if, when giv'n, they meant not to make peace. 109:04,023[A ]| Meanwhile they cheat the public with such haste 109:04,024[A ]| They will have nothing that may ease it pass'd. 109:04,025[A ]| The law'gainst Irish cattle they condemn 109:04,026[A ]| As showing distrust o'th' King, that is, of them. 109:04,027[A ]| Yet they must now swallow this bitter pill 109:04,028[A ]| Or money want, which were the greater ill, 109:04,029[A ]| And then the King to Westminister is brought 109:04,030[A ]| Imperfectly to speak the Chanc'llor's thought, <30> 109:04,031[A ]| In which, as if no age could parallel 109:04,032[A ]| A prince and council that had rul'd so well, 109:04,033[A ]| He tells the Parliament he cannot brook 109:04,034[A ]| Whate'er in them like jealousy doth look; 109:04,035[A ]| Adds that no grievances the nation load, 109:04,036[A ]| While we're undone at home, despis'd abroad. 109:04,037[A ]| Thus pass'd the Irish with the Money Bill, 109:04,038[A ]| The first not half so good as th'other ill. 109:04,039[A ]| With these new millions might we not expect 109:04,040[A ]| Our foes to vanquish and ourselves protect? <40> 109:04,041[A ]| If not to beat them off usurped seas, 109:04,042[A ]| At least to force an honourable peace? 109:04,043[A ]| But though the angry fate (or folly, rather) 109:04,044[A ]| Of our perverted state allow us neither, 109:04,045[A ]| Could we hope less than to defend our shores, 109:04,046[A ]| Than guard our harbours, forts, our ships and stores? 109:04,047[A ]| We hop'd in vain ~~ of those remaining are, 109:04,048[A ]| Not what we sav'd, but what the Dutch did spare. 109:04,049[A ]| Such was our rulers' gen'rous stratagem, 109:04,050[A ]| A policy worthy of none but them. <50> 109:04,051[A ]| After two millions more laid on the nation, 109:04,052[A ]| The Parliament grows ripe for prorogation: 109:04,053[A ]| They rise, and now a treaty is confess'd, 109:04,054[A ]| 'Gainst which before those state cheats did protest, 109:04,055[A ]| A treaty which too well makes it appear 109:04,056[A ]| Theirs, not the kingdom's int'rest, is their care. 109:04,057[A ]| Statesmen of old thought arms the way to peace: 109:04,058[A ]| Ours scorn such threadbare policies as these. 109:04,059[A ]| All that was given for the state's defense 109:04,060[A ]| These think too little for their own expense; <60> 109:04,061[A ]| Or if from that they anything can spare, 109:04,062[A ]| It is to buy peace, not maintain a war, 109:04,063[A ]| For which great work ambassadors must go 109:04,064[A ]| With base submissions to our armed foe. 109:04,065[A ]| These, leaving a defenseless state behind, 109:04,066[A ]| Vasts fleets preparing by the Belgians find, 109:04,067[A ]| Against whose fury what can us defend, 109:04,068[A ]| Whilst our great politicians here depend 109:04,069[A ]| Upon the Dutch good nature? For when peace 109:04,070[A ]| (Say they) is managing, acts of war must cease. <70> 109:04,071[A ]| Thus were we by the name of peace betray'd, 109:04,072[A ]| Though by the Dutch nothing like it was made. 109:04,073[A ]| Here, Painter, let thine art describe a story, 109:04,074[A ]| Shaming our warlike island's ancient glory: 109:04,075[A ]| A scene which never on our shores appear'd, 109:04,076[A ]| Since our first ships were on the ocean steer'd. 109:04,077[A ]| Make the Dutch fleet, while we supinely sleep, 109:04,078[A ]| Without opposers, masters of the deep. 109:04,079[A ]| Make them securely the Thames' mouth invade, 109:04,080[A ]| At once depriving us of that and trade. <80> 109:04,081[A ]| Draw thunder from their floating castles sent 109:04,082[A ]| Against our forts, weak as our government. 109:04,083[A ]| Draw Woolwich, Deptford, London, and the Tow'r 109:04,084[A ]| Meanly abandon'd to a foreign pow'r. 109:04,085[A ]| Yet turn their first attempts another way, 109:04,086[A ]| And let their cannons upon Sheerness play, 109:04,087[A ]| Which soon destroy'd, their lofty vessels ride 109:04,088[A ]| Big with the hope of the approaching tide. 109:04,089[A ]| Make them more help from our remissness find 109:04,090[A ]| Than from the tide, or from the eastern wind. <90> 109:04,091[A ]| Their canvas swelling with a prosp'rous gale, 109:04,092[A ]| Swift as our fears, make them to Chatham sail; 109:04,093[A ]| Through our weak chain their fireships break the way 109:04,094[A ]| And our great ships unmann'd become their prey. 109:04,095[A ]| Then draw the fruit of our ill-manag'd cost, 109:04,096[A ]| At once our honour and our safety lost. 109:04,097[A ]| Bury those bulwarks of our isle in smoke, 109:04,098[A ]| While their thick flames the neighb'ring country choke. 109:04,099[A ]| The Charles escapes the raging element 109:04,100[A ]| To be with triumph into Holland sent, <100> 109:04,101[A ]| Where the glad people to the shore resort 109:04,102[A ]| To see their terror now become their sport. 109:04,103[A ]| But, Painter, fill not up thy piece before 109:04,104[A ]| Thou paint'st confusion on our troubl'd shore: 109:04,105[A ]| Instruct then thy bold pencil to relate 109:04,106[A ]| The saddest marks of an ill-govern'd state. 109:04,107[A ]| Draw th'injur'd seamen deaf to all command, 109:04,108[A ]| While some with horror and amazement stand. 109:04,109[A ]| Others will know no enemy but they 109:04,110[A ]| Who have unjustly robb'd them of their pay. <110> 109:04,111[A ]| Boldly refusing to oppose a fire 109:04,112[A ]| To kindle which our errors did conspire. 109:04,113[A ]| Some, though but few, persuaded to obey, 109:04,114[A ]| Useless for want of ammunition stay. 109:04,115[A ]| The forts design'd to guard our ships of war 109:04,116[A ]| Void both of powder and of bullets are, 109:04,117[A ]| And what past reigns in peace did ne'er omit 109:04,118[A ]| The present, whilst invaded, doth forget. 109:04,119[A ]| Surpassing Chatham, make Whitehall appear, 109:04,120[A ]| If not in danger, yet at least in fear. <120> 109:04,121[A ]| Make our dejection, if thou canst, seem more 109:04,122[A ]| Than our pride, sloth, and ign'rance did before. 109:04,123[A ]| The King of danger now shows far more fear 109:04,124[A ]| Than he did ever, to prevent it, care; 109:04,125[A ]| Yet to the city doth himself convey, 109:04,126[A ]| Bravely to show he was not run away, 109:04,127[A ]| As Nero once, with harp in hand, survey'd 109:04,128[A ]| His flaming Rome and, as that burn'd, he play'd, 109:04,129[A ]| So our great Prince, when the Dutch fleet arriv'd, 109:04,130[A ]| Saw his ships burn'd and, as they burn'd, he swiv'd. <130> 109:04,131[A ]| So kind he was in our extremest need, 109:04,132[A ]| He would those flames extinguish with his seed. 109:04,133[A ]| But against Fate all human aid is vain: 109:04,134[A ]| His fucking then prov'd as useless as his chain. 109:04,135[A ]| Whilst the Black Prince and our fifth Henry's wars 109:04,136[A ]| Are only acted on our theaters. 109:04,137[A ]| Our statesmen, finding no expedient, 109:04,138[A ]| I'th' heat of danger, but a Parliament, 109:04,139[A ]| Twice would avoid by clapping uo a peace: 109:04,140[A ]| The cure's to them as bad as the disease. <140> 109:04,141[A ]| But, Painter, end here till it doth appear 109:04,142[A ]| Which most, the Dutch or Parliament, they fear. 109:04,000[A ]| 109:04,000[A ]| 109:04,000[A ]| 109:04,000[A ]| 109:04,000[A ]| 109:04,000[A ]| 1109:04,000[A ]| 109:08,000@@@@@| 109:08,000[' ]| 109:08,000[' ]| 109:08,001[A ]| Painter, where was't thy former work did cease? 109:08,002[A ]| Oh, 'twas at Parliament and the brave peace! 109:08,003[A ]| Now for a cornucopia: peace, you know, 109:08,004[A ]| Brings plenty with it; wish it not be woe! 109:08,005[A ]| Draw coats of pageantry and proclamations 109:08,006[A ]| Of peace concluded with one, two, three nations. 109:08,007[A ]| Canst thou not on the 'Change make merchants grin, 109:08,008[A ]| Like outward smiles while vexing thought's within? 109:08,009[A ]| Thou art no artist, if thou canst not feign 109:08,010[A ]| And counterfeit the counterfeit disdain. <10> 109:08,011[A ]| Draw a brave standard, ruffling at a rate 109:08,012[A ]| Much other than it did for Chatham's fate. 109:08,013[A ]| The Tow'r guns too, thund'ring their joys, that they 109:08,014[A ]| Have 'scap'd the danger of being ta'en away. 109:08,015[A ]| These, as now mann'd, for triumph are, not fight, 109:08,016[A ]| As painted fire for show, not heat or light. 109:08,017[A ]| Amongst the roar of these and the mad shout 109:08,018[A ]| Of a poor nothing-understanding rout, 109:08,019[A ]| That think the on-and-off peace now is true, 109:08,020[A ]| Thou might'st draw mourners for black Barthol'mew: <20> 109:08,021[A ]| Mourners in Sion! Oh 'tis not to be 109:08,022[A ]| Discover'd! Draw a curtain courteously 109:08,023[A ]| To hide them. Now proceed to draw at night 109:08,024[A ]| A bonfire here and there, but none too bright 109:08,025[A ]| Nor lasting, for 'twas brushwood, as they say, 109:08,026[A ]| Which they that hop'd for coals now flung away. 109:08,027[A ]| But stay, I had forgot my mother! Draw 109:08,028[A ]| The Church of England 'mongst thy opera, 109:08,029[A ]| To play their part too, or the Dutch will say 109:08,030[A ]| In war and peace they've borne the bell away. <30> 109:08,031[A ]| At this end then, two or three steeples ringing, 109:08,032[A ]| At th' other end draw choirs Te Deum singing; 109:08,033[A ]| Between them leave a space for tears: remember 109:08,034[A ]| That 'tis not long to th' second of September. 109:08,035[A ]| Now if thou skill'st prospective landscape, draw 109:08,036[A ]| At distance what perhaps thine eyes ne'er saw: 109:08,037[A ]| Pularoon, Spicy Islands, Kitts, or Guinea; 109:08,038[A ]| Surinam, Nova Scotia, or Virginia. 109:08,039[A ]| No, no! I mean not these, pray hold your laughter: 109:08,040[A ]| These things are far off, not worth looking after. <40> 109:08,041[A ]| Give not a hint of these: draw highland, lowland, 109:08,042[A ]| Mountains and flats; draw Scotland first, then Holland. 109:08,043[A ]| See, canst thou ken the Scots' frowns? Then draw those 109:08,044[A ]| That something had to get but nought to lose. 109:08,045[A ]| Canst thou through fogs discern the Dutchmen drink? 109:08,046[A ]| Buss-skippers, lately capers, stamp to think 109:08,047[A ]| Their catching craft is over; some have ta'en, 109:08,048[A ]| To eke the war, a warrant from the Dane. 109:08,049[A ]| But passing these, their statesmen view a while, 109:08,050[A ]| In ev'ry graver countenance a smile: <50> 109:08,051[A ]| Copy the piece there done, wherein you'll see 109:08,052[A ]| One laughing out, "I told you how 'twould be!" 109:08,053[A ]| Draw next a pompous interchange of seals; 109:08,054[A ]| But curs'd be he that articles reveals 109:08,055[A ]| Before he knows them! Now for this take light 109:08,056[A ]| From him that did describe Sir Edward's fight: 109:08,057[A ]| You may perhaps the truth of 't doubt ~~ what though? 109:08,058[A ]| You'll have it then 7cum*privilegio. 109:08,059[A ]| Then draw our Lords Commissioners' advance, 109:08,060[A ]| Not Romewards, but for Flanders, or for France; <60> 109:08,061[A ]| There to parlier a while, until they see 109:08,062[A ]| How things in Parliament resented be. 109:08,063[A ]| So much for peace. Now for a Parliament: 109:08,064[A ]| A petty session draw, with what content 109:08,065[A ]| Guess by their countenance who came up post, 109:08,066[A ]| And quickly saw they had their labor lost, 109:08,067[A ]| Like the small merchants when they bargains sell: 109:08,068[A ]| "Come hither, Jack! What say? come kiss, farewell." 109:08,069[A ]| But 'twas abortive, born before its day; 109:08,070[A ]| No wonder then it di'd so soon away. <70> 109:08,071[A ]| Yet breath'd it once, and that with such a force, 109:08,072[A ]| It blasted thirty-thousand foot and horse. 109:08,073[A ]| As once Prometheus' man did sneeze so hard, 109:08,074[A ]| As routed all that new-rais'd standing guard 109:08,075[A ]| Of teeth, to keep the tongue in order ~~ so 109:08,076[A ]| Down fall our new gallants without a foe. 109:08,077[A ]| But if this little one could do so much, 109:08,078[A ]| What will the next? Give a prophetic touch, 109:08,079[A ]| If thou know'st how; if not, leave a great space 109:08,080[A ]| For great things to be portrayed in their place. <80> 109:08,081[A ]| Now draw the shadow of a Parliament, 109:08,082[A ]| As if to scare the upper world 'twere sent. 109:08,083[A ]| Cross yourselves, gentlemen, for shades will fright, 109:08,084[A ]| Especially if it be an English sprite! 109:08,085[A ]| Vermilion this man's guilt, ceruse his fears, 109:08,086[A ]| Sink th' other's eyes deep in his head with cares. 109:08,087[A ]| Another thought some on accounts to see 109:08,088[A ]| How his disbursement with receipts agree. 109:08,089[A ]| Peep into coaches, see periwigs neglected, 109:08,090[A ]| Cross'd arms and legs of such as are suspected, <90> 109:08,091[A ]| Or do suspect what's coming, and foresee 109:08,092[A ]| Themselves must share in this polytrophy. 109:08,093[A ]| Painter, hast travell'd? Didst thou e'er see Rome? 109:08,094[A ]| That fam'd piece there, Angelo's day of doom? 109:08,095[A ]| Horrors and anguish of descenders there, 109:08,096[A ]| May teach thee how to paint descenders here. 109:08,097[A ]| Canst thou describe the empty shifts are made, 109:08,098[A ]| Like that which dealers call forcing a trade? 109:08,099[A ]| Some shift their crimes, some places, and, among 109:08,100[A ]| The rest, some will their countries too, ere long. <100> 109:08,101[A ]| Draw in a corner gamesters, shuffling, cutting, 109:08,102[A ]| Their little crafts, no wit, together putting: 109:08,103[A ]| How to pack knaves, 'mongst kings and queens, to make 109:08,104[A ]| A saving game, whilst heads are at the stake. 109:08,105[A ]| But cross their cards, until it be confess'd 109:08,106[A ]| Of all the play fair dealing is the best. 109:08,107[A ]| Draw a veil of displeasure, one to Hyde, 109:08,108[A ]| And some prepar'd to strike a blow on's side. 109:08,109[A ]| Let him that built high now creep low to shelter, 109:08,110[A ]| When potentates must tumble helter-skelter. <110> 109:08,111[A ]| The purse, seal, mace are gone, as it was fit: 109:08,112[A ]| Such marks as these could not choose but be hit. 109:08,113[A ]| The purse, seal, mace are gone: Barthol'mew day, 109:08,114[A ]| Of all the days i' th' year, they're ta'en away. 109:08,115[A ]| The purse, seal, mace are gone, but to another 109:08,116[A ]| Mitre, I wish not so, though to my brother. 109:08,117[A ]| I care not for translation to a see, 109:08,118[A ]| Unless they would translate to Italy. 109:08,119[A ]| Now draw a sail playing before the wind 109:08,120[A ]| From the northwest; that which it leaves behind, <120> 109:08,121[A ]| Curses or outcries, mind them not, till when 109:08,122[A ]| They do appear realities, and then 109:08,123[A ]| Spare not to paint them in their colors, though 109:08,124[A ]| Crimes of a viceroy: deputies have so 109:08,125[A ]| Been serv'd ere now. But if the man prove true, 109:08,126[A ]| Let him, with Pharaoh's butler, have his due. 109:08,127[A ]| Make the same wind blow strong against the shore 109:08,128[A ]| Of France, to hinder some from coming o'er. 109:08,129[A ]| And rather draw the golden vessel burning, 109:08,130[A ]| E'en there, than hither with her freight returning. <130> 109:08,131[A ]| 'Tis true, the noble Treasurer is gone, 109:08,132[A ]| Wise, faithful, loyal, some say th' only one. 109:08,133[A ]| Yet I will hope we've pilots left behind 109:08,134[A ]| Can steer our vessel without southern wind. 109:08,135[A ]| Women have grossly snar'd the wisest prince 109:08,136[A ]| That ever was before, or hath been since: 109:08,137[A ]| And grandam Athaliah in that nation 109:08,138[A ]| Was a great hinderer of reformation. 109:08,139[A ]| Paint in a new piece painted Jezebel; 109:08,140[A ]| Give 't to adorn the dining room of Hell. <140> 109:08,141[A ]| Hang by her others of the gang, for more 109:08,142[A ]| Deserve a place with Rosamond, Jane Shore. 109:08,143[A ]| Stay, Painter! now look, here's below a space; 109:08,144[A ]| I' th' bottom of all this, what shall we place? 109:08,145[A ]| Shall it be Pope, or Turk, or prince, or nun? 109:08,146[A ]| Let the resolve write 7nescio. So have done. 109:08,147[A ]| Expose thy piece now to the world to see, 109:08,148[A ]| Perhaps they'll say of it, of thee, of me, 109:08,149[A ]| Poems and paints can speak sometimes bold truths, 109:08,150[A ]| Poets and painters are licentious youths. <150> 109:08,000[A ]| 109:09,000@@@@@| 109:09,000[' ]| 109:09,000[' ]| 109:09,000[' ]| 109:09,001[A ]| Good sirs, be civil, can one man, d' ye think, 109:09,002[A ]| As fast lay colors as you all spill ink? 109:09,003[A ]| At what a pass am I! A thousand hands 109:09,004[A ]| I need, if I must be at all commands. 109:09,005[A ]| Thy sparkling fancy, Waller, first design'd 109:09,006[A ]| A stately piece, true picture of thy mind. 109:09,007[A ]| But (how conceits engender!) on thy wit 109:09,008[A ]| Each scribble new Advices doth beget; 109:09,009[A ]| And so the breed's embas'd, that now 'tis grown 109:09,010[A ]| Like royal blood when mixed with the clown. <10> 109:09,011[A ]| 'Twas racy wine ran from thy loyal quill, 109:09,012[A ]| But these their brandy from its dregs distill, 109:09,013[A ]| Or, like false vintners, they adulterate 109:09,014[A ]| Thy nectar with a poisonous sublimate. 109:09,015[A ]| Without thy muse thy fancy they purloin, 109:09,016[A ]| And bastard scions to thy stock they join. 109:09,017[A ]| Thus in dead bodies Satan acts a soul, 109:09,018[A ]| And Virgil's self's travesti'd to a droll. 109:09,019[A ]| I shall forswear my art if I must be 109:09,020[A ]| Thus school'd by bunglers, whilst I paint for thee; <20> 109:09,021[A ]| Or if I must each new adviser please, 109:09,022[A ]| Jumble our world with the Antipodes, 109:09,023[A ]| And mix the firmament and Stygian Lake, 109:09,024[A ]| A chaos, not a picture, I shall make. 109:09,025[A ]| And then (as he that marr'd a noble draught 109:09,026[A ]| By alt'ring it as each spectator taught) 109:09,027[A ]| I shall forswear the piece, too, and write by: 109:09,028[A ]| This monster my advisers made, not I. 109:09,029[A ]| However, sirs, my colors will not do, 109:09,030[A ]| And therefore I must be suppli'd by you. <30> 109:09,031[A ]| I have no mixtures to paint treason's face 109:09,032[A ]| So fair, for loyalty to make it pass, 109:09,033[A ]| None that will blemish princes on report, 109:09,034[A ]| Which none dares own, to make the rabble sport. 109:09,035[A ]| Besides, slander's a fading color: though 109:09,036[A ]| It stick a while, it will not long do so. 109:09,037[A ]| If I make use of that, this I shall have, 109:09,038[A ]| When it decays, my work will prove me knave. 109:09,039[A ]| Yea princes, sirs, are gods, as they're above, 109:09,040[A ]| Though as men in a mortal sphere they move. <40> 109:09,041[A ]| As gods, 'tis sacrilegious to present 109:09,042[A ]| Them in such shapes as may bespeak contempt, 109:09,043[A ]| And who allows 'em men does therewithal 109:09,044[A ]| Allow 'em possibility to fall. 109:09,045[A ]| Yet paint not their infirmities. Would you 109:09,046[A ]| In each foul posture be expos'd to view? 109:09,047[A ]| Baulk not the noble rule and let them have 109:09,048[A ]| The charity, at least, that you would crave. 109:09,049[A ]| My colors will not alter forms of state 109:09,050[A ]| After the whimsies of each crowing pate. <50> 109:09,051[A ]| What paint will draw utopias, or where 109:09,052[A ]| Shall the groundwork be for castles in the air? 109:09,053[A ]| What colors wears the man i' the moon? Who can 109:09,054[A ]| Limn an Oceana or Leviathan? 109:09,055[A ]| Rob the chameleon, sirs, or polypus 109:09,056[A ]| For colors, if you mean t' employ me thus. 109:09,057[A ]| Fie, at the old play still! what have we got 109:09,058[A ]| By Rotas, ballots, and I know not what? 109:09,059[A ]| Who cheats me once, he fools me, but 'tis plain 109:09,060[A ]| I fool myself to deal with him again. <60> 109:09,061[A ]| Bought wit is best, 'tis said, but who buys oft 109:09,062[A ]| Shall never sell it at the rates he bought. 109:09,063[A ]| Cast up your books, sirs, and I dare engage 109:09,064[A ]| Creditor's falls short of the debtor's page. 109:09,065[A ]| Unhinge not governments except you could 109:09,066[A ]| Supply us better ere you change the old. 109:09,067[A ]| You would have all amended. So would I, 109:09,068[A ]| Yet not deface each piece where faults I spy. 109:09,069[A ]| 'Tis true I could find colors to expose 109:09,070[A ]| Faulty grandees and over-paint a rose, <70> 109:09,071[A ]| But this checks me, that whatsoe'er is aim'd, 109:09,072[A ]| Few such are mended by being proclaim'd. 109:09,073[A ]| Public disgrace oft smaller sinners scares, 109:09,074[A ]| But vice with greatness arm'd no colors fears. 109:09,075[A ]| Besides, the rout grows insolent hereby, 109:09,076[A ]| And slights the once disgrac'd authority, 109:09,077[A ]| Whence, to paint all our betters' faults would be 109:09,078[A ]| To hang up order in effigie. 109:09,079[A ]| Leave such, then, to their masters and the laws; 109:09,080[A ]| Who play with lions at last feel their paws. <80> 109:09,081[A ]| But one word more, sirs: grant I yield to you, 109:09,082[A ]| Am I secure I have no more to do? 109:09,083[A ]| If thus Advices spawn, your three or four 109:09,084[A ]| May shortly propagate to half a score, 109:09,085[A ]| And those, by hundreds multipli'd, may make 109:09,086[A ]| A task Briareus would not undertake, 109:09,087[A ]| Besides the clash ~~ "Dash out that line!" says one; 109:09,088[A ]| Another, "Alter this, let that alone!" 109:09,089[A ]| So Babel's builders marr'd their tow'r and made 109:09,090[A ]| An heap unlike the project that they laid. <90> 109:09,091[A ]| Pray leave advising then, for (never crave it) 109:09,092[A ]| No art can paint a world as all would have it, 109:09,093[A ]| Or, if you're set upon't, to fit your mind, 109:09,094[A ]| I'll tell you where a painter you may find. 109:09,095[A ]| Look out some canvas-stainer, whose cheap skill 109:09,096[A ]| With rhytms and stories alehouse-walls doth fill. 109:09,097[A ]| Such men will do your work best ~~ sorry elves ~~ 109:09,098[A ]| They paint all kings and princes like themselves. 109:09,099[A ]| So, with jack-wheels upon their heads, they slander 109:09,100[A ]| Arthur and Godfrey and great Alexander. <100> 109:09,101[A ]| Here David stands with's harp of whipcord-strings, 109:09,102[A ]| And Solomon's wives who, sure, lov'd no such things, 109:09,103[A ]| Yea, Ahab and Queen Jezebel, who ne'er 109:09,104[A ]| Painted herself as she is painted there. 109:09,105[A ]| Thus th' Royal Oak in country signs is found 109:09,106[A ]| In a park copi'd from the neighbour pound, 109:09,107[A ]| And royal Charles's head looks peeping through, 109:09,108[A ]| Much in the posture that's the dauber's due. 109:09,109[A ]| Employ these, then, not me, except you please 109:09,110[A ]| To use my art on your own visages. <110> 109:09,111[A ]| Those I know who would thank me for't, and then 109:09,112[A ]| Your faces might be as famous as your pen. 109:09,113[A ]| And, lastly, that done, three large dashes by 109:09,114[A ]| I doubt would serve to paint your destiny. 109:10,000@@@@@| 109:10,000[' ]| 109:10,000[' ]| 109:10,001[A ]| Painter, once more thy pencil reassume, 109:10,002[A ]| And draw me in one scene London and Rome. 109:10,003[A ]| There holy Charles, here good Aurelius sate, 109:10,004[A ]| Weeping to see their sons degenerate: 109:10,005[A ]| The Roman taking up the fencer's trade, 109:10,006[A ]| The Briton jigging it in masquerade, 109:10,007[A ]| Whilst the brave youths, tir'd with the work of state, 109:10,008[A ]| Their weari'd limbs and minds to recreate, 109:10,009[A ]| Do to their more belov'd delights repair, 109:10,010[A ]| One to his pathic, the other to his play'r. <10> 109:10,011[A ]| Then change the scene and let the next present 109:10,012[A ]| A landskip of our motley Parliament, 109:10,013[A ]| Where draw Sir Edward mounted on his throne, 109:10,014[A ]| Whose life does scarce one gen'rous action own, 109:10,015[A ]| Unless it be his late assumed grief 109:10,016[A ]| To keep his own and lose his Sergeant's wife, 109:10,017[A ]| And place me by the bar on the left hand 109:10,018[A ]| Circean Clifford with his charming wand; 109:10,019[A ]| Our pig-ey'd Duncombe with his Dover fashion 109:10,020[A ]| Set by the worst attorney of the nation ~~ <20> 109:10,021[A ]| This great triumvirate that can divide 109:10,022[A ]| The spoils of England ~~ and along that side 109:10,023[A ]| Place Falstaff's regiment of threadbare coats, 109:10,024[A ]| All looking this way how to give their votes, 109:10,025[A ]| Their new-made band of pensioneers, 109:10,026[A ]| That give their votes more by their eyes than ears; 109:10,027[A ]| And of his dear reward let none despair, 109:10,028[A ]| For money comes when Seymour leaves the chair. 109:10,029[A ]| Change once again and let the next afford 109:10,030[A ]| The figure of a drunken council board <30> 109:10,031[A ]| At Arlington's, and round about it sate 109:10,032[A ]| Our mighty masters in a warm debate: 109:10,033[A ]| Capacious bowls with lusty wine replete 109:10,034[A ]| To make them th' other council board forget. 109:10,035[A ]| Thus whilst the King of France with pow'rful arms 109:10,036[A ]| Frightens all Christendom with fresh alarms, 109:10,037[A ]| We in our glorious bacchanals dispose 109:10,038[A ]| The humble fate of a plebeian nose; 109:10,039[A ]| Which to effect when thus it was decreed 109:10,040[A ]| Draw me a champion mounted on his steed, <40> 109:10,041[A ]| And after him a brave brigade of horse, 109:10,042[A ]| Arm'd at all points, ready to reinforce 109:10,043[A ]| The body of foot that was to have the van 109:10,044[A ]| In this assault upon a single man. 109:10,045[A ]| 'Tis this must make O'Brien great in story 109:10,046[A ]| And add new beams to Sandys's former glory. 109:10,047[A ]| Draw our Olimpia next in council sate 109:10,048[A ]| With Cupid Seymour and the tool of state, 109:10,049[A ]| Two of the five recanters of the House 109:10,050[A ]| That aim at mountains and bring forth a mouse, <50> 109:10,051[A ]| Who make it by their mean retreat appear 109:10,052[A ]| Five members need not to be demanded here. 109:10,053[A ]| These must assist her in her countermines 109:10,054[A ]| To overthrow the Derby House designs, 109:10,055[A ]| Whilst Positive walks Woodcock in the dark, 109:10,056[A ]| Contriving projects with a brewer's clerk. 109:10,057[A ]| Thus all employ themselves and without pity 109:10,058[A ]| Leave Temple single to debate the City. 109:10,059[A ]| What scandal's this! Temple, the wise, the brave, 109:10,060[A ]| To be reproach'd with term of turncoat knave, <60> 109:10,061[A ]| Whom France esteem'd our chief in Parliament, 109:10,062[A ]| To be at home made such a precedent! 109:10,063[A ]| 'Tis hard, yet this he has for safe retreat: 109:10,064[A ]| 'Tis by afflictions passive men grow great. 109:11,000@@@@@| 109:11,000[' ]| 109:11,000[' ]| 109:11,001[A ]| Spread a large canvas, Painter, to contain 109:11,002[A ]| The great assembly and the num'rous train, 109:11,003[A ]| Who all in triumph shall about him sit, 109:11,004[A ]| Abhorring wisdom, and despising wit, 109:11,005[A ]| Hating all justice, and resolv'd to fight 109:11,006[A ]| To rob his native country of her right. 109:11,007[A ]| First draw him falling prostrate to the south, 109:11,008[A ]| Adoring Rome, this label in his mouth: 109:11,009[A ]| "Most Holy Father, being join'd in league 109:11,010[A ]| With Father Patrick, Derby, and with Teague, <10> 109:11,011[A ]| Thrown at your sacred feet I humbly bow, 109:11,012[A ]| I, and the wise associates of my vow ~~ 109:11,013[A ]| A vow nor fire nor sword shall ever end, 109:11,014[A ]| Till all this nation to your footstool bend. 109:11,015[A ]| Arm'd with bold zeal and blessings from your hands, 109:11,016[A ]| I'll raise my Papists and my Irish bands, 109:11,017[A ]| And by a noble, well-contrived plot, 109:11,018[A ]| Manag'd by wise Fitzgerald and by Scott, 109:11,019[A ]| Prove to the world I'll have old England know 109:11,020[A ]| That common sense is my eternal foe. <20> 109:11,021[A ]| I ne'er can fight in a more glorious cause 109:11,022[A ]| Than to destroy their liberty and laws, 109:11,023[A ]| Their House of Commons and their House of Lords, 109:11,024[A ]| Their parchment precedents and dull records. 109:11,025[A ]| Shall these men dare to contradict my will 109:11,026[A ]| And think a prince o' th' blood can e'er do ill? 109:11,027[A ]| It is our birthright to have power to kill. 109:11,028[A ]| Shall these men dare to think, or these decide 109:11,029[A ]| The way to Heaven and who shall be my guide? 109:11,030[A ]| Shall these pretend to say that bread is bread, <30> 109:11,031[A ]| If we affirm it is a god indeed? 109:11,032[A ]| Or that there's not a Purgat'ry for the dead? 109:11,033[A ]| That extreme unction is but common oil, 109:11,034[A ]| And not infallible the Roman soil? 109:11,035[A ]| I'll have those villains in our notions rest; 109:11,036[A ]| And I do say it, therefore 'tis the best." 109:11,037[A ]| Next, Painter, draw his Mordaunt by his side, 109:11,038[A ]| Conveying his religion, and his bride: 109:11,039[A ]| He who long since abjur'd the royal line 109:11,040[A ]| Does now in Popery with his master join. <40> 109:11,041[A ]| Then draw the Princess with her golden locks, 109:11,042[A ]| Hast'ning to be envenom'd with the pox, 109:11,043[A ]| And in her youthful veins receive the wound 109:11,044[A ]| That sent Nan Hyde before her underground; 109:11,045[A ]| That wound wherewith the tainted Churchill fades, 109:11,046[A ]| Preserv'd in store for a new set of Maids. 109:11,047[A ]| Poor Princess, born under a sullen star, 109:11,048[A ]| To find this welcome when you're come so far! 109:11,049[A ]| Better some jealous neighbour of your own 109:11,050[A ]| Had call'd you to some sound though petty throne, <50> 109:11,051[A ]| Where 'twixt a wholesome husband and a page 109:11,052[A ]| You might have linger'd out a lazy age, 109:11,053[A ]| Than in false hopes of being once a queen 109:11,054[A ]| Die before twenty, rot before sixteen. 109:11,055[A ]| Now, Painter, show us in thy blackest dye 109:11,056[A ]| The counsellors of all his villainy: 109:11,057[A ]| Clifford, who first appear'd in humble guise, 109:11,058[A ]| Was thought to be so meek and yet so wise, 109:11,059[A ]| But when he came to act upon the stage, 109:11,060[A ]| He prov'd the mad Cethegus of our age. <60> 109:11,061[A ]| He and his Duke had each too great a mind 109:11,062[A ]| To be by justice or by law confin'd. 109:11,063[A ]| Their boiling heads can hear no other sounds 109:11,064[A ]| Than fleets and armies, battles, blood, and wounds; 109:11,065[A ]| And to destroy our liberties they hope 109:11,066[A ]| By Irish fools and by a doting Pope. 109:11,067[A ]| Next, Talbot must by his great master stand, 109:11,068[A ]| Laden with folly, flesh, and ill-got land: 109:11,069[A ]| He's of a size indeed to fill a porch, 109:11,070[A ]| But ne'er can make the pillar of a Church. <70> 109:11,071[A ]| His sword is all his argument and his book. 109:11,072[A ]| Although no scholar, he may act the cook, 109:11,073[A ]| And will cut throats again, if he be paid: 109:11,074[A ]| In th' Irish shambles he first learn'd that trade. 109:11,075[A ]| Then, Painter, show thy skill, and in fit place 109:11,076[A ]| Let's see the nuncio Arundell's sweet face; 109:11,077[A ]| Let the beholders by thy art descry 109:11,078[A ]| His sense and soul, as squinting as his eye. 109:11,079[A ]| Let Bellasis' autumnal face be seen, 109:11,080[A ]| Rich with the spoils of a poor Algerine, <80> 109:11,081[A ]| Who trusting in him, was by him betray'd, 109:11,082[A ]| And so should we were his advice obey'd. 109:11,083[A ]| That hero once won honor by his sword; 109:11,084[A ]| He got his wealth by breaking of his word; 109:11,085[A ]| And now has got his daughter got with child, 109:11,086[A ]| And pimp'd to have his family defil'd. 109:11,087[A ]| Next, Painter, draw the rabble of the plot: 109:11,088[A ]| Jermyn, Fitzgerald, Loftus, Porter, Scott. 109:11,089[A ]| These are fit heads indeed to turn a state, 109:11,090[A ]| And change the order of a nation's fate; <90> 109:11,091[A ]| Ten thousand such as these can ne'er control 109:11,092[A ]| The smallest atom of an English soul! 109:11,093[A ]| Old England on her strong foundations stands, 109:11,094[A ]| Defying all their heads and all their hands. 109:11,095[A ]| Its steady basis never could be shook, 109:11,096[A ]| When wiser men its ruin undertook: 109:11,097[A ]| And can her guardian angel let her stoop 109:11,098[A ]| At last to madmen, fools, and to the Pope? 109:11,099[A ]| No, Painter, no; close up thy piece, and see 109:11,100[A ]| This crowd of traitors hang in effigy! <100> 109:11,000[A ]| 109:11,101[A ]| Great Charles, who full of mercy wouldst command 109:11,102[A ]| In peace and pleasure this thy native land, 109:11,103[A ]| At last take pity of thy tott'ring throne, 109:11,104[A ]| Shook by the faults of others, not thine own. 109:11,105[A ]| Let not thy life and crown together end, 109:11,106[A ]| Betray'd by a false brother and false friend. 109:11,107[A ]| Observe the danger that appears so near 109:11,108[A ]| And all your subjects do each minute fear: 109:11,109[A ]| A drop of poison or a Popish knife 109:11,110[A ]| Ends all the joy of England with thy life. <110> 109:11,111[A ]| Brothers, 'tis true, by nature should be kind, 109:11,112[A ]| But to a zealous and ambitious mind, 109:11,113[A ]| Brib'd with a crown on earth and one above, 109:11,114[A ]| There's no more friendship, tenderness, or love. 109:11,115[A ]| See in all ages what examples are 109:11,116[A ]| Of monarchs murder'd by an impatient heir; 109:11,117[A ]| Hard fate of princes, who will ne'er believe 109:11,118[A ]| Till the stroke's struck which they can ne'er retrieve.