109:06,000@@@@@| 109:06,000[A ]| 109:06,000[A ]| 109:06,001[A ]| After two sittings, now, our Lady State, 109:06,002[A ]| To$9$ end her picture, does the third time wait. 109:06,003[A ]| But before thou fallest to$4$ work, first, Painter, see 109:06,004[A ]| It be not too slight grown or too hard for$4$ thee. 109:06,005[A ]| Canst thou paint without colours? Then it is right: 109:06,006[A ]| For$3$ so$5#2$ we too without a fleet can fight. 109:06,007[A ]| Or canst thou daub a sign-post, and that$6#2$ ill? 109:06,008[A ]| It will$1$ suit our great debauch and little skill. 109:06,009[A ]| Or hast thou marked how antic masters limn 109:06,010[A ]| The aly-roof with snuff of candle dim, <10> 109:06,011[A ]| Sketching in$4$ shady smoke prodigious tools? 109:06,012[A ]| It will$1$ serve this race of drunkards, pimps, and fools. 109:06,013[A ]| But if to$9$ match our crimes thy skill presumes, 109:06,014[A ]| As the Indians, draw our luxury in$4$ plumes. 109:06,015[A ]| Or if to$9$ score out our compendious fame, 109:06,016[A ]| With Hooke, then, through the microscope take aim, 109:06,017[A ]| Where, like$4$ the new Controller, all men laugh 109:06,018[A ]| To$9$ see a tall louse brandish the white staff. 109:06,019[A ]| Else shalt thou oft thy guiltless pencil curse, 109:06,020[A ]| Stamp on$4$ thy palette, nor perhaps the worse. <20> 109:06,021[A ]| The painter so$5#1$ long having vexed his cloth, 109:06,022[A ]| Of his hound's mouth to$9$ feign the raging froth, 109:06,023[A ]| His desperate pencil at the work did dart: 109:06,024[A ]| His anger reached that$6#2$ rage which$6#1$ passed his art; 109:06,025[A ]| Chance finished that$6#2$ which$6#1$ art could but begin, 109:06,026[A ]| And he sat smiling how his dog did grin. 109:06,027[A ]| So$3$ mayst thou perfect by$4$ a lucky blow 109:06,028[A ]| What all thy softest touches cannot do. 109:06,029[A ]| Paint then St%*Albans full of soup and gold, 109:06,030[A ]| The new court's pattern, stallion of the old. <30> 109:06,031[A ]| Him neither wit nor courage did exalt, 109:06,032[A ]| But Fortune chose him for$4$ her pleasure salt. 109:06,033[A ]| Paint him with drayman's shoulders, butcher's mien, 109:06,034[A ]| Membered like$4$ mules, with elephantine chine. 109:06,035[A ]| Well he the title of St%*Alban's bore, 109:06,036[A ]| For$3$ Bacon never studied nature more. 109:06,037[A ]| But age, allaying now that$6#2$ youthful heat, 109:06,038[A ]| Fits him in$4$ France to$9$ play at cards and treat. 109:06,039[A ]| Draw no$2$ commission, lest the Court should lie, 109:06,040[A ]| That$6#1$, disavowing treaty, ask supply; <40> 109:06,041[A ]| He needs no$2$ seal but to$4$ St%*James's lease, 109:06,042[A ]| Whose breeches were the instrument of peace; 109:06,043[A ]| Who$6#1$, if the French dispute his power, from thence 109:06,044[A ]| Can straight produce them a plenipotence. 109:06,045[A ]| Nor fears he The Most Christian should trepan 109:06,046[A ]| Two saints at once, St%*Germain, St%*Alban, 109:06,047[A ]| But thought the Golden Age was now restored, 109:06,048[A ]| When men and women took each other's word. 109:06,049[A ]| Paint then again her Highness to$4$ the life, 109:06,050[A ]| Philosopher beyond Newcastle's wife. <50> 109:06,051[A ]| She naked can Archimedes' self put down, 109:06,052[A ]| For$4$ an experiment upon$4$ the crown. 109:06,053[A ]| She perfected that$6#2$ engine, oft assayed, 109:06,054[A ]| How after childbirth to$9$ renew a maid, 109:06,055[A ]| And found him royal heirs might be matured 109:06,056[A ]| In$4$ fewer months than mothers once endured. 109:06,057[A ]| Hence Crowther made the rare inventress free 109:06,058[A ]| Of his Highness's Royal Society ~~ 109:06,059[A ]| Happiest of women, if she were but able 109:06,060[A ]| To$9$ make her glassen Dukes once malleable! <60> 109:06,061[A ]| Paint her with oyster lip and breath of fame, 109:06,062[A ]| Wide mouth that$6#1$ asparagus may well proclaim; 109:06,063[A ]| With Chancellor's belly and so$5#1$ large a rump, 109:06,064[A ]| There (not behind the couch) her pages jump. 109:06,065[A ]| Express her studying now if china clay 109:06,066[A ]| Can, without breaking, venomed juice convey, 109:06,067[A ]| Or how a mortal poison she may draw 109:06,068[A ]| Out of the cordial meal of the cacao. 109:06,069[A ]| Witness, ye stars of night, and thou the pale 109:06,070[A ]| Moon, that$6#1$ overcome with the sick steam didst fail; <70> 109:06,071[A ]| Ye neighbouring elms, that$3$ your green leaves did shed, 109:06,072[A ]| And fauns, that$6#1$ from the womb abortive fled! 109:06,073[A ]| Not unprovoked, she tries forbidden arts, 109:06,074[A ]| But in$4$ her soft breast love's hid cancer smarts, 109:06,075[A ]| While she revolves at once Sidney's disgrace, 109:06,076[A ]| And herself scorned for$4$ emulous Denham's face, 109:06,077[A ]| And nightly hear the hated guards away 109:06,078[A ]| Galloping with the Duke to$4$ other prey. 109:06,079[A ]| Paint Castlemaine in$4$ colours that$6#1$ will$1$ hold 109:06,080[A ]| (Her, not her picture, for$3$ she now grows old): <80> 109:06,081[A ]| She through her lackey's drawers, as he ran, 109:06,082[A ]| Discerned love's cause and a new flame began. 109:06,083[A ]| Her wonted joys thenceforth and court she shuns, 109:06,084[A ]| And still within her mind the footman runs: 109:06,085[A ]| Her brazen calves, his brawny thighs (the face 109:06,086[A ]| She slights), his feet shaped for$4$ a smoother race. 109:06,087[A ]| Pouring within her glass she readjusts 109:06,088[A ]| Her looks and oft-tried beauty now distrusts; 109:06,089[A ]| Fears lest he scorn a woman once assayed, 109:06,090[A ]| And now first wished she ever had been a maid. <90> 109:06,091[A ]| Great Love, how dost thou triumph and how reign, 109:06,092[A ]| That$6#1$ to$4$ a groom couldst humble her disdain! 109:06,093[A ]| Stripped to$4$ her skin, see how she stooping stands, 109:06,094[A ]| Nor scorns to$9$ rub him down with those fair hands, 109:06,095[A ]| And washing (lest the scent her crime disclose) 109:06,096[A ]| His sweaty hooves, tickles him between the toes. 109:06,097[A ]| But envious Fame, too soon, begun to$9$ note 109:06,098[A ]| More gold in$4$ his fob, more lace upon$4$ his coat, 109:06,099[A ]| And he, unwary and of tongue too fleet, 109:06,100[A ]| No$2$ longer could conceal his fortune sweet. <100> 109:06,101[A ]| Justly the rogue was whipped in$4$ porter's den, 109:06,102[A ]| And Jermyn straight has leave to$9$ come again. 109:06,103[A ]| Ah, Painter, now could Alexander live, 109:06,104[A ]| And this Campaspe thee, Apelles, give! 109:06,105[A ]| Draw next a pair of tables opening, then 109:06,106[A ]| The House of Commons clattering like$4$ the men. 109:06,107[A ]| Describe the Court and Country, both set right 109:06,108[A ]| On$4$ opposite points, the black against the white. 109:06,109[A ]| Those having lost the nation at trick-track, 109:06,110[A ]| These now adventuring how to$9$ win it back. <110> 109:06,111[A ]| The dice between them must the fate divide 109:06,112[A ]| (As chance doth still in$4$ multitudes decide). 109:06,113[A ]| But here the Court does its advantage know, 109:06,114[A ]| For$3$ the cheat Turner for$4$ them both must throw. 109:06,115[A ]| As some from boxes, he so$3$ from the chair 109:06,116[A ]| Can strike the die and still with them goes share. 109:06,117[A ]| Here, Painter, rest a little, and survey 109:06,118[A ]| With what small arts the public game they play. 109:06,119[A ]| For$3$ so$5#2$, too, Rubens, with affairs of state, 109:06,120[A ]| His labouring pencil oft would recreate. <120> 109:06,121[A ]| The close Cabal marked how the navy eats, 109:06,122[A ]| And thought all lost that$6#1$ goes not to$4$ the cheats; 109:06,123[A ]| So$3$ therefore secretly for$4$ peace decrees, 109:06,124[A ]| Yet as for$4$ war the Parliament should squeeze, 109:06,125[A ]| And fix to$4$ the revenue such a sum 109:06,126[A ]| Should Goodrick silence and strike Paston dumb, 109:06,127[A ]| Should pay land armies, should dissolve the vain 109:06,128[A ]| Commons, and ever such a court maintain; 109:06,129[A ]| Hyde's avarice, Bennet's luxury should suffice, 109:06,130[A ]| And what can these defray but the excise? <130> 109:06,131[A ]| Excise, a monster worse than ever before 109:06,132[A ]| Frighted the mid-wife and the mother tore. 109:06,133[A ]| A thousand hands she has and thousand eyes, 109:06,134[A ]| Breaks into shops and into cellars pries, 109:06,135[A ]| With hundred rows of teeth the shark exceeds, 109:06,136[A ]| And on$4$ all trade like$4$ cassowar she feeds: 109:06,137[A ]| Chops off the piece wherever she close the jaw, 109:06,138[A ]| Else swallows all down her indented maw. 109:06,139[A ]| She stalks all day in$4$ streets concealed from sight 109:06,140[A ]| And flies, like$4$ bats with leathern wings, by$4$ night; <140> 109:06,141[A ]| She wastes the country and on$4$ cities preys. 109:06,142[A ]| Her, of a female harpy, in$4$ dog days, 109:06,143[A ]| Black Birch, of all the earth-born race most hot 109:06,144[A ]| And most rapacious, like$4$ himself, begot; 109:06,145[A ]| And, of his brat enamoured, as it increased, 109:06,146[A ]| Buggered in$4$ incest with the mongrel beast. 109:06,147[A ]| Say, Muse, for$3$ nothing can escape thy sight 109:06,148[A ]| (And, Painter, wanting other, draw this fight), 109:06,149[A ]| Who$6#2$, in$4$ an English senate, fierce debate 109:06,150[A ]| Could raise so$5#1$ long for$4$ this new whore of state. <150> 109:06,151[A ]| Of early wittals first the troop marched in$5$, 109:06,152[A ]| For$4$ diligence renowned and discipline; 109:06,153[A ]| In$4$ loyal haste they left young wives in$4$ bed, 109:06,154[A ]| And Denham these by$4$ one consent did head. 109:06,155[A ]| Of the old courtiers next a squadron came, 109:06,156[A ]| That$6#1$ sold their master, led by$4$ Ashburnham. 109:06,157[A ]| To$4$ them succeeds a despicable rout, 109:06,158[A ]| But know the word and well could face about; 109:06,159[A ]| Expectants pale, with hopes of spoil allured, 109:06,160[A ]| Though yet but pioneers, and led by$4$ Steward. <160> 109:06,161[A ]| Then damning cowards ranged the vocal plain, 109:06,162[A ]| Wood these commands, Knight of the Horn and Cane. 109:06,163[A ]| Still his Hook-shoulder seems the blow to$4$ dread, 109:06,164[A ]| And under his armpit he defends his head. 109:06,165[A ]| The posture strange men laughed at, of his poll, 109:06,166[A ]| Hid with his elbow like$4$ the spice he stole. 109:06,167[A ]| Headless St%*Dennis so$5#2$ his head does bear, 109:06,168[A ]| And both of them alike French martyrs were. 109:06,169[A ]| Court officers, as used, the next place took, 109:06,170[A ]| And followed Fox, but with disdainful look. <170> 109:06,171[A ]| His birth, his youth, his brokage all dispraise, 109:06,172[A ]| In$4$ vain, for$3$ always he commands that$6#1$ pays. 109:06,173[A ]| Then the procurers under Progers filed, 109:06,174[A ]| Gentlest of men, and his lieutenant mild, 109:06,175[A ]| Brouncker, Love's squire: through all the field arrayed, 109:06,176[A ]| No$2$ troop was better clad nor so$5#1$ well paid. 109:06,177[A ]| Then marched the troop of Clarendon, all full, 109:06,178[A ]| Haters of fowl, to$4$ teal preferring bull: 109:06,179[A ]| Gross bodies, grosser minds, and grossest cheats, 109:06,180[A ]| And bloated Wren conducts them to$4$ their seats. <180> 109:06,181[A ]| Charlton advances next, whose coif does awe 109:06,182[A ]| The Mitre troop, and with his looks gives law. 109:06,183[A ]| He marched with beaver cocked of bishop's brim, 109:06,184[A ]| And hid much fraud under an aspect grim. 109:06,185[A ]| Next the lawyers' mercenary band appear: 109:06,186[A ]| Finch in$4$ the front and Thurland in$4$ the rear. 109:06,187[A ]| The troop of privilege, a rabble bare 109:06,188[A ]| Of debtors deep, fell to$4$ Trelawney's care. 109:06,189[A ]| Their fortune's error they supplied in$4$ rage, 109:06,190[A ]| Nor any further would than these engage. <190> 109:06,191[A ]| Then marched the troop, whose valiant acts before 109:06,192[A ]| (Their public acts) obliged them still to$4$ more. 109:06,193[A ]| For$4$ chimney's sake they all Sir Pool obeyed, 109:06,194[A ]| Or, in$4$ his absence, him that$6#1$ first it laid. 109:06,195[A ]| Then comes the thrifty troop of privateers, 109:06,196[A ]| Whose horses each with other interferes. 109:06,197[A ]| Before them Higgons rides with brow compact, 109:06,198[A ]| Mourning his Countess, anxious for$4$ his Act. 109:06,199[A ]| Sir*Frederick and Sir*Salomon draw lots 109:06,200[A ]| For$4$ the command of politics or sots, <200> 109:06,201[A ]| Thence fell to$4$ words, but, quarrel to$9$ adjourn, 109:06,202[A ]| Their friends agreed they should command by$4$ turn. 109:06,203[A ]| Carteret the rich did the accountants guide 109:06,204[A ]| And in$4$ ill English all the world defied. 109:06,205[A ]| The Papists ~~ but of these the House had none; 109:06,206[A ]| Else Talbot offered to$9$ have led them on$5$. 109:06,207[A ]| Bold Duncombe next, of the projectors chief, 109:06,208[A ]| And old Fitzhardinge of the Eaters Beef. 109:06,209[A ]| Late and disordered, out of the drinkers drew; 109:06,210[A ]| Scarce them their leaders, they their leaders knew. <210> 109:06,211[A ]| Before them entered, equal in$4$ command, 109:06,212[A ]| Apsley and Broderick, marching hand in$4$ hand. 109:06,213[A ]| Last then but one, Powell, that$6#1$ could not ride, 109:06,214[A ]| Led the French standard, weltering in$4$ his stride. 109:06,215[A ]| He, to$9$ excuse his slowness, truth confessed 109:06,216[A ]| That$3$ it was so$5#1$ long before he could be dressed. 109:06,217[A ]| The lord's sons, last, all these did reinforce: 109:06,218[A ]| Cornbury before them managed hobby-horse. 109:06,219[A ]| Never before, nor since, an host so$5#1$ steeled 109:06,220[A ]| Trooped on$5$ to$9$ muster in$4$ the Tothill Field: <220> 109:06,221[A ]| Not the first cock-horse, that$6#1$ with cork were shod 109:06,222[A ]| To$9$ rescue Albemarle from the sea-cod, 109:06,223[A ]| Nor the late feather-men, whom Tomkins fierce 109:06,224[A ]| Shall with one breath like$4$ thistledown disperse. 109:06,225[A ]| All the two Coventrys their generals choose, 109:06,226[A ]| For$3$ one had much, the other nought to$9$ lose; 109:06,227[A ]| Nor better choice all accidents could hit, 109:06,228[A ]| While Hector Harry steers by$4$ Will the Wit. 109:06,229[A ]| They both accept the charge with merry glee, 109:06,230[A ]| To$9$ fight a battle from all gunshot free. <230> 109:06,231[A ]| Pleased with their numbers, yet in$4$ valour wise, 109:06,232[A ]| They feign a parley, better to$9$ surprise; 109:06,233[A ]| They that$6#1$ before long shall the rude Dutch upbraid, 109:06,234[A ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ a time of treaty durst invade. 109:06,235[A ]| Thick was the morning, and the House was thin, 109:06,236[A ]| The Speaker early, when they all fell in$5$. 109:06,237[A ]| Propitious heavens, had not you them crossed, 109:06,238[A ]| Excise had got the day and all been lost! 109:06,239[A ]| For$3$ the other side all in$4$ loose quarters lay, 109:06,240[A ]| Without intelligence, command, or pay: <240> 109:06,241[A ]| A scattered body, which$6#1$ the foe never tried, 109:06,242[A ]| But oftener did among themselves divide. 109:06,243[A ]| And some ran over each night, while others sleep, 109:06,244[A ]| And undescried returned before morning peep. 109:06,245[A ]| But Strangeways, that$6#1$ all night still walked the round 109:06,246[A ]| (For$4$ vigilance and courage both renowned) 109:06,247[A ]| First spied the enemy and gave the alarm, 109:06,248[A ]| Fighting it single till the rest might arm. 109:06,249[A ]| Such Roman Cocles strid before the foe, 109:06,250[A ]| The falling bridge behind, the stream below. <250> 109:06,251[A ]| Each ran, as chance him guides, to$4$ several post, 109:06,252[A ]| And all to$9$ pattern his example boast. 109:06,253[A ]| Their former trophies they recall to$4$ mind 109:06,254[A ]| And to$4$ new edge their angry courage grind. 109:06,255[A ]| First entered forward Temple, conqueror 109:06,256[A ]| Of Irish cattle and Solicitor; 109:06,257[A ]| Then daring Seymour, that$6#1$ with spear and shield, 109:06,258[A ]| Had stretched the monster Patent on$4$ the field; 109:06,259[A ]| Keen Whorwood next, in$4$ aid of damsel frail 109:06,260[A ]| That$6#1$ pierced the giant Mordaunt through his mail, <260> 109:06,261[A ]| And surly Williams, the accountants' bane, 109:06,262[A ]| And Lovelace young, of chimney-men the cane. 109:06,263[A ]| Old Waller, trumpet-general, swore he would write 109:06,264[A ]| This combat truer than the naval fight. 109:06,265[A ]| Howard on$4$ his birth, state, wit, strength, courage, much presumes 109:06,266[A ]| And in$4$ his breast wears many Montezumes. 109:06,267[A ]| These and some more, with single valour, stay 109:06,268[A ]| The adverse troops and hold them all at bay. 109:06,269[A ]| Each thinks his person represents the whole 109:06,270[A ]| And with that$6#2$ thought does multiply his soul, <270> 109:06,271[A ]| Believes himself an army, theirs one man 109:06,272[A ]| As easily conquered; and, believing, can; 109:06,273[A ]| With heart of bees so$5#1$ full, and head of mites, 109:06,274[A ]| That$3$ each, though duelling, a battle fights. 109:06,275[A ]| Such once Orlando, famous in$4$ romance, 109:06,276[A ]| Broached whole brigades like$4$ larks upon$4$ his lance. 109:06,277[A ]| But strength at last still under number bows, 109:06,278[A ]| And the faint sweat trickled down Temple's brows. 109:06,279[A ]| Even iron Strangeways, chafing, yet gave back, 109:06,280[A ]| Spent with fatigue, to$9$ breathe a while toback, <280> 109:06,281[A ]| When, marching in$5$, a seasonable recruit 109:06,282[A ]| Of citizens and merchants held dispute; 109:06,283[A ]| And, charging all their pikes, a sullen band 109:06,284[A ]| Of Presbyterian Switzers made a stand. 109:06,285[A ]| Nor could all these the field have long maintained 109:06,286[A ]| But for$4$ the unknown reserve that$6#1$ still remained, 109:06,287[A ]| A gross of English gentry, nobly born, 109:06,288[A ]| Of clear estates, and to$4$ no$2$ faction sworn; 109:06,289[A ]| Dear lovers of their King, and death to$9$ meet, 109:06,290[A ]| For$4$ country's cause, that$6#2$ glorious think and sweet; <290> 109:06,291[A ]| To$9$ speak not forward, but in$4$ actions brave, 109:06,292[A ]| In$4$ giving generous, but in$4$ counsel grave; 109:06,293[A ]| Candidly credulous for$4$ once, nay twice, 109:06,294[A ]| But sure the Devil cannot cheat them thrice, 109:06,295[A ]| The van and battle, though retiring, falls 109:06,296[A ]| Without disorder in$4$ their intervals, 109:06,297[A ]| Then closing, all in$4$ equal front fall on$5$, 109:06,298[A ]| Led by$4$ great Garroway and great Littleton. 109:06,299[A ]| Lee, ready to$9$ obey or to$9$ command, 109:06,300[A ]| Adjutant-general, was still at hand. <300> 109:06,301[A ]| The martial standard, Sandys displaying, shows 109:06,302[A ]| St%*Dunstan in$4$ it, tweaking Satan's nose. 109:06,303[A ]| See sudden chance of war! To$9$ paint or write 109:06,304[A ]| Is longer work and harder than the fight. 109:06,305[A ]| At the first charge the enemy give out, 109:06,306[A ]| And the excise receives a total rout. 109:06,307[A ]| Broken in$4$ courage, yet the men the same, 109:06,308[A ]| Resolve henceforth upon$4$ their other game: 109:06,309[A ]| Where force had failed with stratagem to$9$ play 109:06,310[A ]| And what haste lost recover by$4$ delay. <310> 109:06,311[A ]| St%*Albans straight is sent to$5$ to$9$ forbear, 109:06,312[A ]| Lest the sure peace, forsooth, too soon appear. 109:06,313[A ]| The seamen's clamor to$4$ three ends they use: 109:06,314[A ]| To$9$ cheat their pay, feign want, the House accuse. 109:06,315[A ]| Each day they bring the tale, and that$6#2$ too true, 109:06,316[A ]| How strong the Dutch their equipage renew. 109:06,317[A ]| Meantime through all the yards their orders run 109:06,318[A ]| To$9$ lay the ships up$5$, cease the keels begun. 109:06,319[A ]| The timber rots, and useless axe doth rust, 109:06,320[A ]| The unpracticed saw lies buried in$4$ its dust, <320> 109:06,321[A ]| The busy hammer sleeps, the ropes untwine, 109:06,322[A ]| The stores and wages all are mine and thine. 109:06,323[A ]| Along the coast and harbours they take care 109:06,324[A ]| That$3$ money lack, nor forts be in$4$ repair. 109:06,325[A ]| Long thus they could against the House conspire, 109:06,326[A ]| Load them with envy, and with sitting tire, 109:06,327[A ]| And the loved King, and never yet denied, 109:06,328[A ]| Is brought to$9$ beg in$4$ public and to$9$ chide; 109:06,329[A ]| But when this failed, and months enough were spent, 109:06,330[A ]| They with the first day's proffer seem content, <330> 109:06,331[A ]| And to$4$ land tax from the excise turn round, 109:06,332[A ]| Bought off with eighteen hundred thousand pound. 109:06,333[A ]| Thus, like$4$ fair thieves, the Commons' purse they share, 109:06,334[A ]| But all the members' lives, consulting, spare. 109:06,335[A ]| Blither than hare that$6#1$ hath escaped the hounds, 109:06,336[A ]| The House prorogued, the Chancellor rebounds. 109:06,337[A ]| Not so$5#2$ decrepit Aeson, hashed and stewed, 109:06,338[A ]| With bitter herbs, rose from the pot renewed, 109:06,339[A ]| And with fresh age felt his glad limbs unite; 109:06,340[A ]| His gout (yet still he cursed) had left him quite. <340> 109:06,341[A ]| What frosts to$4$ fruit, what arsenic to$4$ the rat, 109:06,342[A ]| What to$4$ fair Denham mortal chocolate, 109:06,343[A ]| What an account to$4$ Carteret, that$6#2$, and more, 109:06,344[A ]| A Parliament is to$4$ the Chancellor. 109:06,345[A ]| So$3$ the sad tree shrinks from the morning's eye, 109:06,346[A ]| But blooms all night and shoots its branches high. 109:06,347[A ]| So$3$, at the sun's recess, again returns 109:06,348[A ]| The comet dread and earth and heaven burns. 109:06,349[A ]| Now Mordaunt may, within his castle tower, 109:06,350[A ]| Imprison parents and the child deflower. <350> 109:06,351[A ]| The Irish herd is now let loose and comes 109:06,352[A ]| By$4$ millions over, not by$4$ hecatombs; 109:06,353[A ]| And now, now, the Canary patent may 109:06,354[A ]| Be broached again for$4$ the great holiday. 109:06,355[A ]| See how he reigns in$4$ his new palace culminant 109:06,356[A ]| And sits in$4$ state divine like$4$ Jove the fulminant! 109:06,357[A ]| First Buckingham, that$6#1$ durst against him rebel, 109:06,358[A ]| Blasted with lightning, struck with thunder, fell. 109:06,359[A ]| Next the twelve Commons are condemned to$9$ groan 109:06,360[A ]| And roll in$4$ vain at Sisyphus's stone. <360> 109:06,361[A ]| But still he cared, while in$4$ revenge he braved, 109:06,362[A ]| That$3$ peace secured and money might be saved: 109:06,363[A ]| Gain and revenge, revenge and gain are sweet, 109:06,364[A ]| United most else when by$4$ turns they meet. 109:06,365[A ]| France had St%*Albans promised (so$3$ they sing), 109:06,366[A ]| St%*Albans promised him, and he the King: 109:06,367[A ]| The Count forthwith is ordered all to$9$ close, 109:06,368[A ]| To$9$ play for$4$ Flanders and the stake to$9$ lose, 109:06,369[A ]| While, chained together, two ambassadors 109:06,370[A ]| Like$4$ slaves shall beg for$4$ peace at Holland's doors. <370> 109:06,371[A ]| This done, among his Cyclops he retires 109:06,372[A ]| To$9$ forge new thunder and inspect their fires. 109:06,373[A ]| The Court as once of war, now fond of peace, 109:06,374[A ]| All to$4$ new sports their wanton fears release. 109:06,375[A ]| From Greenwich (where intelligence they hold) 109:06,376[A ]| Comes news of pastime martial and old, 109:06,377[A ]| A punishment invented first to$9$ awe 109:06,378[A ]| Masculine wives transgressing Nature's law, 109:06,379[A ]| Where, when the brawny female disobeys 109:06,380[A ]| And beats the husband till for$4$ peace he prays, <380> 109:06,381[A ]| No$2$ concerned jury for$4$ him damage finds, 109:06,382[A ]| Nor partial justice her behaviour binds, 109:06,383[A ]| But the just street does the next house invade, 109:06,384[A ]| Mounting the neighbour couple on$4$ lean jade, 109:06,385[A ]| The distaff knocks, the grains from kettle fly, 109:06,386[A ]| And boys and girls in$4$ troops run hooting by$5$: 109:06,387[A ]| Prudent antiquity, that$6#1$ knew by$4$ shame 109:06,388[A ]| Better than law domestic crimes to$9$ tame, 109:06,389[A ]| And taught youth by$4$ spectacle innocent! 109:06,390[A ]| So$3$ thou and I, dear Painter, represent <390> 109:06,391[A ]| In$4$ quick effigy, others' faults and feign, 109:06,392[A ]| By$4$ making them ridiculous, to$9$ restrain. 109:06,393[A ]| With homely sight they chose thus to$9$ relax 109:06,394[A ]| The joys of state for$4$ the new peace and tax. 109:06,395[A ]| So$3$ Holland with us had the mastery tried, 109:06,396[A ]| And our next neighbours, France and Flanders, ride. 109:06,397[A ]| But a fresh news the great designment nips ~~ 109:06,398[A ]| Off at the Isle of Candy Dutch and ships! 109:06,399[A ]| Bab May and Arlington did wisely scoff 109:06,400[A ]| And thought all safe, if they were so$5#1$ far off. <400> 109:06,401[A ]| Modern geographers, it was there, they thought, 109:06,402[A ]| Where Venice twenty years the Turk had fought, 109:06,403[A ]| While the first year our navy is but shown, 109:06,404[A ]| The next divided, and third we have none. 109:06,405[A ]| They by$4$ the name mistook it for$4$ that$6#2$ isle 109:06,406[A ]| Where Pilgrim Palmer travelled in$4$ exile 109:06,407[A ]| With the bull's horn to$9$ measure his own head 109:06,408[A ]| And on$4$ Pasiphae's tomb to$9$ drop a bead. 109:06,409[A ]| But Morrice learned demonstrates, by$4$ the post, 109:06,410[A ]| This Isle of Candy was on$4$ Essex coast. <410> 109:06,411[A ]| Fresh messengers still the sad news assure; 109:06,412[A ]| More timorous now we are than first secure. 109:06,413[A ]| False terrors our believing fears devise, 109:06,414[A ]| And the French army one from Calais spies. 109:06,415[A ]| Bennet and May and those of shorter reach 109:06,416[A ]| Change all for$4$ guineas and a crown for$4$ each, 109:06,417[A ]| But wiser men and well foreseen in$4$ chance 109:06,418[A ]| In$4$ Holland theirs has lodged before, and France. 109:06,419[A ]| Whitehall's unsafe; the court all meditates 109:06,420[A ]| To$9$ fly to$4$ Windsor and mure up$5$ the gates. <420> 109:06,421[A ]| Each does the other blame and all distrust, 109:06,422[A ]| But Mordaunt, now obliged, would sure be just. 109:06,423[A ]| Not such a fatal stupefaction reigned 109:06,424[A ]| At London's flame, nor so$5#2$ the court complained. 109:06,425[A ]| The Bloodworth Chancellor gives, then does recall, 109:06,426[A ]| Orders; amazed at last gives none at all. 109:06,427[A ]| St%*Alban's writ to$5$, that$3$ he may bewail 109:06,428[A ]| To$4$ master Louis and tell coward tale, 109:06,429[A ]| How yet the Hollanders do make a noise, 109:06,430[A ]| Threaten to$9$ beat us, and are naughty boys. <430> 109:06,431[A ]| Now Dolman's disobedient and they still 109:06,432[A ]| Uncivil; his unkindness would us kill. 109:06,433[A ]| Tell him our ships unrigged, our forts unmanned, 109:06,434[A ]| Our money spent; else it were at his command. 109:06,435[A ]| Summon him therefore of his word and prove 109:06,436[A ]| To$9$ move him out of pity, if not love; 109:06,437[A ]| Pray him to$9$ make De*Witt and Ruyter cease 109:06,438[A ]| And whip the Dutch, unless they will$1$ hold their peace. 109:06,439[A ]| But Louis was of memory but dull 109:06,440[A ]| And to$4$ St%*Albans too undutiful; <440> 109:06,441[A ]| Nor word, nor near relation, did revere, 109:06,442[A ]| But asked him bluntly for$4$ his character. 109:06,443[A ]| The gravelled Count did with the answer faint 109:06,444[A ]| (His character was that$6#2$ which$6#1$ thou didst paint) 109:06,445[A ]| And so$3$ enforced, like$4$ enemy or spy, 109:06,446[A ]| Trusses his baggage and the camp does fly, 109:06,447[A ]| Yet Louis writes and, lest our heart should break, 109:06,448[A ]| Consoles us morally out of Seneque. 109:06,449[A ]| Two letters next unto Breda are sent: 109:06,450[A ]| In$4$ cipher one to$4$ Harry Excellent; <450> 109:06,451[A ]| The first instructs our (verse the name abhors) 109:06,452[A ]| Plenipotentiary ambassadors 109:06,453[A ]| To$9$ prove by$4$ Scripture treaty does imply 109:06,454[A ]| Cessation, as the look adultery, 109:06,455[A ]| And that$6#2$ by$4$ law of arms, in$4$ martial strife, 109:06,456[A ]| Who$6#1$ yields his sword has title to$4$ his life. 109:06,457[A ]| Presbyter Holles the first point should clear, 109:06,458[A ]| The second Coventry the Cavalier; 109:06,459[A ]| But, would they not be argued back from sea, 109:06,460[A ]| Then to$9$ return home straight, 7infecta*re. <460> 109:06,461[A ]| But Harry is ordered, if they will$1$ not recall 109:06,462[A ]| Their fleet, to$9$ threaten we will$1$ grant them all. 109:06,463[A ]| Hyde's flippant style there pleasantly curvets, 109:06,464[A ]| Still his sharp wit on$4$ states and princes whets 109:06,465[A ]| (So$3$ Spain could not escape his laughter's spleen: 109:06,466[A ]| None but himself must choose the King a Queen), 109:06,467[A ]| But when he came the odious clause to$9$ pen 109:06,468[A ]| That$6#1$ summons up$5$ the Parliament again, 109:06,469[A ]| His writing master many a time he banned 109:06,470[A ]| And wished himself the gout to$9$ seize his hand. <470> 109:06,471[A ]| Never old lecher more repugnance felt, 109:06,472[A ]| Consenting, for$4$ his rupture, to$9$ be gelt; 109:06,473[A ]| But still in$4$ hope he solaced, before they come, 109:06,474[A ]| To$9$ work the peace and so$3$ to$9$ send them home, 109:06,475[A ]| Or in$4$ their hasty call to$9$ find a flaw, 109:06,476[A ]| Their acts to$9$ vitiate and them overawe; 109:06,477[A ]| But most relied upon$4$ this Dutch pretence 109:06,478[A ]| To$9$ raise a two-edged army for$4$ his defence. 109:06,479[A ]| First then he marched our whole militia's force 109:06,480[A ]| (As if, indeed, we ships or Dutch had horse); <480> 109:06,481[A ]| Then, from the usual commonplace, he blames 109:06,482[A ]| These, and in$4$ standing Army's praise declaims; 109:06,483[A ]| And the wise-Court, that$6#1$ always loved it dear, 109:06,484[A ]| Now thinks all but too little for$4$ their fear. 109:06,485[A ]| Hyde stamps, and straight upon$4$ the ground the swarms 109:06,486[A ]| Of current Myrmidons appear in$4$ arms, 109:06,487[A ]| And for$4$ their pay he writes as from the King 109:06,488[A ]| With that$6#2$ cursed quill plucked from a vulture's wing 109:06,489[A ]| Of the whole nation now to$9$ ask a loan 109:06,490[A ]| (The eighteen hundred thousand pound was gone). <490> 109:06,491[A ]| This done, he pens a proclamation stout, 109:06,492[A ]| In$4$ rescue of the banquiers banquerouts, 109:06,493[A ]| His minion imps that$6#1$ in$4$ his secret part 109:06,494[A ]| Lie nuzzling at the sacramental wart, 109:06,495[A ]| Horse-leeches circling at the hemorrhoid vein: 109:06,496[A ]| He sucks the King, they him, he them again. 109:06,497[A ]| The kingdom's farm he lets them to$9$ bid least 109:06,498[A ]| (Greater the bribe, and that$6#2$ is at interest). 109:06,499[A ]| Here men induced by$4$ safety, gain, and ease, 109:06,500[A ]| Their money lodge, confiscate when he please. <500> 109:06,501[A ]| These can at need, at instant, with a scrip 109:06,502[A ]| (This liked him best) his cash beyond sea whip. 109:06,503[A ]| When Dutch invade, when Parliament prepare, 109:06,504[A ]| How can he engines so$5#1$ convenient spare? 109:06,505[A ]| Let no$2$ man touch them or demand his own, 109:06,506[A ]| Pain of displeasure of great Clarendon. 109:06,507[A ]| The state affairs thus marshalled, for$4$ the rest, 109:06,508[A ]| Monck in$4$ his shirt against the Dutch is pressed. 109:06,509[A ]| Often, dear Painter, have I sat and mused 109:06,510[A ]| Why he should still be on$4$ all adventures used: <510> 109:06,511[A ]| If they for$4$ nothing all, like$4$ ashen-wood, 109:06,512[A ]| Or think him, like$4$ herb john, for$4$ nothing good? 109:06,513[A ]| Whether his valour they so$5#1$ much admire, 109:06,514[A ]| Or that$3$ for$4$ cowardice they all retire, 109:06,515[A ]| As Heaven in$4$ storms, they call, in$4$ gusts of state, 109:06,516[A ]| On$4$ Monck and Parliament yet both do hate. 109:06,517[A ]| All causes sure concur, but most they think 109:06,518[A ]| Under Herculean labours he may sink. 109:06,519[A ]| Soon the the independent troops would close, 109:06,520[A ]| And Hyde's last project would his place dispose. <520> 109:06,521[A ]| Ruyter the while, that$6#1$ had our ocean curbed, 109:06,522[A ]| Sailed now among our rivers undisturbed, 109:06,523[A ]| Surveyed their crystal streams and banks so$5#1$ green 109:06,524[A ]| And beauties before this never naked seen. 109:06,525[A ]| Through the vain sedge the bashful nymphs he eyed: 109:06,526[A ]| Bosoms and all which$6#1$ from themselves they hide. 109:06,527[A ]| The sun much brighter, and the skies more clear, 109:06,528[A ]| He finds the air and all things sweeter here. 109:06,529[A ]| The sudden change and such a tempting sight 109:06,530[A ]| Swells his old veins with fresh blood, fresh delight. <530> 109:06,531[A ]| Like$4$ amorous victors he begins to$9$ shave, 109:06,532[A ]| And his new face looks in$4$ the English wave. 109:06,533[A ]| His sporting navy all about him swim 109:06,534[A ]| And witness their complacence in$4$ their trim. 109:06,535[A ]| Their streaming silks play through the weather fair 109:06,536[A ]| And with inveigling colours court the air, 109:06,537[A ]| While the red flags breathe on$4$ their top-masts high 109:06,538[A ]| Terror and war but want an enemy. 109:06,539[A ]| Among the shrouds the seamen sit and sing, 109:06,540[A ]| And wanton boys on$4$ every rope do cling. <540> 109:06,541[A ]| Old Neptune springs the tides and water lent 109:06,542[A ]| (The gods themselves do help the provident), 109:06,543[A ]| And, where the deep keel on$4$ the shallow cleaves, 109:06,544[A ]| With trident's lever and great shoulder heaves. 109:06,545[A ]| Aeolus their sails inspires with eastern wind, 109:06,546[A ]| Puffs them along, and breathes upon$4$ them kind. 109:06,547[A ]| With pearly shell the Tritons all the while 109:06,548[A ]| Sound the sea-march and guide to$4$ Sheppy Isle. 109:06,549[A ]| So$3$ have I seen in$4$ April's bud arise 109:06,550[A ]| A fleet of clouds, sailing along the skies; <550> 109:06,551[A ]| The liquid region with their squadrons filled, 109:06,552[A ]| Their airy sterns the sun behind does gild, 109:06,553[A ]| And gentle gales them steer, and Heaven drives, 109:06,554[A ]| When, all on$4$ sudden, their calm bosom rives 109:06,555[A ]| With thunder and lightning from each armed cloud; 109:06,556[A ]| Shepherds themselves in$4$ vain in$4$ bushes shroud. 109:06,557[A ]| Such up$4$ the stream the Belgic navy glides 109:06,558[A ]| And at Sheerness unloads its stormy sides. 109:06,559[A ]| Spragge there, though practised in$4$ the sea command, 109:06,560[A ]| With panting heart lay like$4$ a fish on$4$ land <560> 109:06,561[A ]| And quickly judged the fort was not tenable, 109:06,562[A ]| Which$6#1$, if a house, yet were not tenantable. 109:06,563[A ]| No$2$ man could sit there safe: the cannon powers 109:06,564[A ]| Through the walls untight and bullets showers, 109:06,565[A ]| The neighbourhood ill and an unwholesome seat, 109:06,566[A ]| So$3$ at the first salute resolves retreat 109:06,567[A ]| And swore that$3$ he would never more dwell there 109:06,568[A ]| Until the City put it in$4$ repair; 109:06,569[A ]| So$3$ he in$4$ front, his garrison in$4$ rear, 109:06,570[A ]| March straight to$4$ Chatham to$9$ increase the fear. <570> 109:06,571[A ]| There our sick ships unrigged in$4$ summer lay 109:06,572[A ]| Like$4$ moulting fowl, a weak and easy prey, 109:06,573[A ]| For$4$ whose strong bulk earth scarce could timber find, 109:06,574[A ]| The ocean water, of the heavens wind ~~ 109:06,575[A ]| Those oaken giants of the ancient race, 109:06,576[A ]| That$6#1$ ruled all seas and did our Channel grace. 109:06,577[A ]| The conscious stag, so$5#2$, once the forest's dread, 109:06,578[A ]| Flies to$4$ the wood and hides his armless head. 109:06,579[A ]| Ruyter forthwith a squadron does untack; 109:06,580[A ]| They sail securely through the river's track. <580> 109:06,581[A ]| An English pilot too (O shame, O sin!) 109:06,582[A ]| Cheated of pay, was he that$6#1$ showed them in$5$. 109:06,583[A ]| Our wretched ships, within, their fate attend, 109:06,584[A ]| And all our hopes now on$4$ frail chain depend: 109:06,585[A ]| Engine so$5#1$ slight to$9$ guard us from the sea, 109:06,586[A ]| It fitter seemed to$9$ captivate a flea. 109:06,587[A ]| A skipper rude shocks it without respect, 109:06,588[A ]| Filling his sails, more force to$9$ recollect. 109:06,589[A ]| The English from shore the iron deaf invoke 109:06,590[A ]| For$4$ its last aid: 109:06,590@x | "Hold chain, or we are broke!" <590> 109:06,591[A ]| But with her sailing weight the Holland keel, 109:06,592[A ]| Snapping the brittle links, does through reel 109:06,593[A ]| And to$4$ the rest the opened passage shew; 109:06,594[A ]| Monck from the bank the dismal sight does view. 109:06,595[A ]| Our feathered gallants, which$6#1$ came down that$6#2$ day 109:06,596[A ]| To$9$ be spectators safe of the new play, 109:06,597[A ]| Leave him alone when first they hear the gun 109:06,598[A ]| (Cornbury the fleetest) and to$4$ London run. 109:06,599[A ]| Our seamen, whom no$2$ danger's shape could fright, 109:06,600[A ]| Unpaid refuse to$9$ mount our ships for$4$ spite, <600> 109:06,601[A ]| Or to$4$ their fellows swim on$4$ board the Dutch, 109:06,602[A ]| Which$6#1$ show the tempting metal in$4$ their clutch. 109:06,603[A ]| Oft had he sent of Duncombe and of Legge 109:06,604[A ]| Cannon and powder, but in$4$ vain, to$9$ beg; 109:06,605[A ]| And Upnor Castle's ill-deserted wall, 109:06,606[A ]| Now needful, does for$4$ ammunition call. 109:06,607[A ]| He finds, wheresoever he succour might expect, 109:06,608[A ]| Confusion, folly, treachery, fear, neglect. 109:06,609[A ]| But when the Royal Charles (what rage, what grief!) 109:06,610[A ]| He saw seized and could give her no$2$ relief ~~ <610> 109:06,611[A ]| That$6#2$ sacred keel which$6#1$ had, as he, restored 109:06,612[A ]| His exiled Sovereign on$4$ its happy board, 109:06,613[A ]| And thence the British Admiral became, 109:06,614[A ]| Crowned, for$4$ that$6#2$ merit, with their master's name; 109:06,615[A ]| That$6#2$ pleasure-boat of war, in$4$ whose dear side 109:06,616[A ]| Secure so$5#1$ oft had he this foe defied, 109:06,617[A ]| Now a cheap spoil and the mean victor's slave, 109:06,618[A ]| Taught the Dutch colours from its top to$9$ wave ~~ 109:06,619[A ]| Of former glories the reproachful thought, 109:06,620[A ]| With present shame compared, his mind distraught. <620> 109:06,621[A ]| Such, from Euphrates' bank, a tigress fell 109:06,622[A ]| After the robber for$4$ her whelps doth yell; 109:06,623[A ]| But sees enraged the river flow between, 109:06,624[A ]| Frustrate revenge, and love, by$4$ loss more keen; 109:06,625[A ]| At her own breast her useless claws does arm: 109:06,626[A ]| She tears herself, since him she cannot harm. 109:06,627[A ]| The guards, placed for$4$ the chain's and fleet's defence, 109:06,628[A ]| Long since were fled on$4$ many a feigned pretence. 109:06,629[A ]| Daniel had there adventured, man of might; 109:06,630[A ]| Sweet Painter, draw his picture while I write. <630> 109:06,631[A ]| Paint him of person tall and big of bone, 109:06,632[A ]| Large limbs, like$4$ ox, not to$9$ be killed but shown. 109:06,633[A ]| Scarce can burnt ivory feign an hair so$5#1$ black; 109:06,634[A ]| Or face so$5#1$ red, thine ochre and thy lac. 109:06,635[A ]| Mix a vain terror in$4$ his martial look, 109:06,636[A ]| And all those lines by$4$ which$6#1$ men are mistook; 109:06,637[A ]| But when, by$4$ shame constrained to$9$ go on$4$ board, 109:06,638[A ]| He heard how the wild cannon nearer roared 109:06,639[A ]| And saw himself confined like$4$ sheep in$4$ pen, 109:06,640[A ]| Daniel then thought he was in$4$ lion's den. <640> 109:06,641[A ]| And when the frightful fireships he saw, 109:06,642[A ]| Pregnant with sulphur, to$4$ him nearer draw, 109:06,643[A ]| Captain, lieutenant, ensign, all make haste 109:06,644[A ]| Before in$4$ the fiery furnace they be cast. 109:06,645[A ]| Three children tall, unsinged, away they row, 109:06,646[A ]| Like$4$ Shadrack, Meshack, and Abednego. 109:06,647[A ]| Not so$5#2$ brave Douglas, on$4$ whose lovely chin 109:06,648[A ]| The early down but newly did begin, 109:06,649[A ]| And modest beauty yet his sex did veil, 109:06,650[A ]| While envious virgins hope he is a male. <650> 109:06,651[A ]| His yellow locks curl back themselves to$9$ seek, 109:06,652[A ]| Nor other courtship knew but to$4$ his cheek. 109:06,653[A ]| Oft as he in$4$ chill Esk or Seine by$4$ night 109:06,654[A ]| Hardened and cooled his limbs, so$5#1$ soft, so$5#1$ white, 109:06,655[A ]| Among the reeds, to$9$ be espied by$4$ him, 109:06,656[A ]| The nymphs would rustle; he would forward swim. 109:06,657[A ]| They sighed and said, 109:06,657@x | "Fond boy, why so$5#1$ untame, 109:06,658@x | That$3$ fliest love's fires, reserved for$4$ other flame?" 109:06,659[A ]| Fixed on$4$ his ship, he faced that$6#2$ horrid day 109:06,660[A ]| And wondered much at those that$6#1$ run away. <660> 109:06,661[A ]| Nor other fear himself could comprehend 109:06,662[A ]| Than lest Heaven fall before thither he ascend, 109:06,663[A ]| But entertains the while his time too short 109:06,664[A ]| With birding at the Dutch, as if in$4$ sport, 109:06,665[A ]| Or waves his sword, and could he them conjure 109:06,666[A ]| Within its circle, knows himself secure. 109:06,667[A ]| The fatal bark him boards with grappling fire, 109:06,668[A ]| And safely through its port the Dutch retire. 109:06,669[A ]| That$6#2$ precious life he yet disdains to$9$ save 109:06,670[A ]| Or with known art to$9$ try the gentle wave. <670> 109:06,671[A ]| Much him the honours of his ancient race 109:06,672[A ]| Inspire, nor would he his own deeds deface, 109:06,673[A ]| And secret joy in$4$ his calm soul does rise 109:06,674[A ]| That$3$ Monck looks on$5$ to$9$ see how Douglas dies. 109:06,675[A ]| Like$4$ a glad lover the fierce flames he meets 109:06,676[A ]| And tries his first embraces in$4$ their sheets. 109:06,677[A ]| His shape exact, which$6#1$ the bright flames enfold, 109:06,678[A ]| Like$4$ the sun's statue stands of burnished gold. 109:06,679[A ]| Round the transparent fire about him glows, 109:06,680[A ]| As the clear amber on$4$ the bee does close, <680> 109:06,681[A ]| And, as on$4$ angels' heads their glories shine, 109:06,682[A ]| His burning locks adorn his face divine. 109:06,683[A ]| But when in$4$ his immortal mind he felt 109:06,684[A ]| His altering form and soldiered limbs to$9$ melt, 109:06,685[A ]| Down on$4$ the deck he laid himself and died, 109:06,686[A ]| With his dear sword reposing by$4$ his side 109:06,687[A ]| And on$4$ the flaming plank so$5#2$ rests his head 109:06,688[A ]| As one that$6#1$ has warmed himself and gone to$4$ bed. 109:06,689[A ]| His ship burns down and with his relics sinks, 109:06,690[A ]| And the sad stream beneath his ashes drinks. <690> 109:06,691[A ]| Fortunate boy! If either pencil's fame, 109:06,692[A ]| Or if my verse can propagate thy name, 109:06,693[A ]| When Oeta and Alcides are forgot, 109:06,694[A ]| Our English youth shall sing the valiant Scot. 109:06,695[A ]| Each doleful day still with fresh loss returns: 109:06,696[A ]| The Loyal*London now a third time burns, 109:06,697[A ]| And the true Royal*Oak and Royal*James, 109:06,698[A ]| Allied in$4$ fate, increase with theirs her flames. 109:06,699[A ]| Of all our navy none should now survive, 109:06,700[A ]| But that$3$ the ships themselves were taught to$9$ dive, <700> 109:06,701[A ]| And the kind river in$4$ its creek them hides, 109:06,702[A ]| Fraughting their pierced keels with oozy tides. 109:06,703[A ]| Up$5$ to$4$ the bridge contagious terror strook: 109:06,704[A ]| The Tower itself with the near danger shook, 109:06,705[A ]| And, were not Ruyter's maw with ravage cloyed, 109:06,706[A ]| Even London's ashes had been then destroyed. 109:06,707[A ]| Officious fear, however, to$9$ prevent 109:06,708[A ]| Our loss does so$5#1$ much more our loss augment: 109:06,709[A ]| The Dutch had robbed those jewels of the crown; 109:06,710[A ]| Our merchantmen, lest they be burned, we drown. <710> 109:06,711[A ]| So$3$ when the Fire did not enough devour, 109:06,712[A ]| The houses were demolished near the Tower. 109:06,713[A ]| Those ships that$6#1$ yearly from their teeming hole 109:06,714[A ]| Unloaded here the birth of either pole ~~ 109:06,715[A ]| Furs from the north and silver from the west, 109:06,716[A ]| Wines from the south, and spices from the east; 109:06,717[A ]| From Gambo gold, and from the Ganges gems ~~ 109:06,718[A ]| Take a short voyage underneath the Thames, 109:06,719[A ]| Once a deep river, now with timber floored, 109:06,720[A ]| And shrunk, lest navigable, to$4$ a ford. <720> 109:06,721[A ]| Now (nothing more at Chatham left to$9$ burn), 109:06,722[A ]| The Holland squadron leisurely return, 109:06,723[A ]| And, spite of Ruperts and of Albemarles, 109:06,724[A ]| To$4$ Ruyter's triumph lead the captive Charles. 109:06,725[A ]| The pleasing sight he often does prolong: 109:06,726[A ]| Her masts erect, tough cordage, timbers strong, 109:06,727[A ]| Her moving shapes, all these he does survey, 109:06,728[A ]| And all admires, but most his easy prey. 109:06,729[A ]| The seamen search her all, within, without: 109:06,730[A ]| Viewing her strength, they yet their conquest doubt; <730> 109:06,731[A ]| Then with rude shouts, secure, the air they vex, 109:06,732[A ]| With gamesome joy insulting on$4$ her decks. 109:06,733[A ]| Such the feared Hebrew, captive, blinded, shorn, 109:06,734[A ]| Was led about in$4$ sport, the public scorn. 109:06,735[A ]| Black day accursed! on$4$ thee let no$2$ man hail 109:06,736[A ]| Out of the port, or dare to$9$ hoist a sail, 109:06,737[A ]| Nor row a boat in$4$ thy unlucky hour. 109:06,738[A ]| Thee, the year's monster, let thy dam devour, 109:06,739[A ]| And constant Time, to$9$ keep his course yet right, 109:06,740[A ]| Fill up$5$ thy space with a redoubled night. <740> 109:06,741[A ]| When aged Thames was bound with fetters base, 109:06,742[A ]| And Medway chaste ravished before his face, 109:06,743[A ]| And their dear offspring murdered in$4$ their sight, 109:06,744[A ]| Thou and thy fellows heldest the odious light. 109:06,745[A ]| Sad change since first that$6#2$ happy pair was wed, 109:06,746[A ]| When all the rivers graced their nuptial bed, 109:06,747[A ]| And father Neptune promised to$9$ resign 109:06,748[A ]| His empire old to$4$ their immortal line! 109:06,749[A ]| Now with vain grief their vainer hopes they rue, 109:06,750[A ]| Themselves dishonoured, and the gods untrue, <750> 109:06,751[A ]| And to$4$ each other, helpless couple, moan, 109:06,752[A ]| As the sad tortoise for$4$ the sea does groan. 109:06,753[A ]| But most they for$4$ their darling Charles complain, 109:06,754[A ]| And, were it burnt, yet less would be their pain. 109:06,755[A ]| To$9$ see that$6#2$ fatal pledge of sea command 109:06,756[A ]| Now in$4$ the ravisher De*Ruyter's hand, 109:06,757[A ]| The Thames roared, swooning Medway turned her tide, 109:06,758[A ]| And, were they mortal, both for$4$ grief had died. 109:06,759[A ]| The court in$4$ farthing yet itself does please, 109:06,760[A ]| And female Stuart there rules the four seas, <760> 109:06,761[A ]| But Fate does still accumulate our woes, 109:06,762[A ]| And Richmond her commands, as Ruyter those. 109:06,763[A ]| After this loss, to$9$ relish discontent, 109:06,764[A ]| Someone must be accused by$4$ punishment. 109:06,765[A ]| All our miscarriages on$4$ Pett must fall: 109:06,766[A ]| His name alone seems fit to$9$ answer all. 109:06,767[A ]| Whose counsel first did this mad war beget? 109:06,768[A ]| Who$6#2$ all commands sold through the navy? Pett. 109:06,769[A ]| Who$6#2$ would not follow when the Dutch were beat? 109:06,770[A ]| Who$6#2$ treated out the time at Bergen? Pett. <770> 109:06,771[A ]| Who$6#2$ the Dutch fleet with storms disabled met, 109:06,772[A ]| And, rifling prizes, them neglected? Pett. 109:06,773[A ]| Who$6#2$ with false news prevented the Gazette, 109:06,774[A ]| The fleet divided, writ for$4$ Rupert? Pett. 109:06,775[A ]| Who$6#2$ all our seamen cheated of their debt, 109:06,776[A ]| And all our prizes who$6#1$ did swallow? Pett. 109:06,777[A ]| Who$6#2$ did advise no$2$ navy out to$9$ set, 109:06,778[A ]| And who$6#2$ the forts left unrepaired? Pett. 109:06,779[A ]| Who$6#2$ to$9$ supply with powder did forget 109:06,780[A ]| Landguard, Sheerness, Gravesend and Upnor? Pett. <780> 109:06,781[A ]| Who$6#2$ all our ships exposed in$4$ Chatham's net? 109:06,782[A ]| Who$6#2$ should it be but the Fanatic Pett? 109:06,783[A ]| Pett, the sea-architect, in$4$ making ships, 109:06,784[A ]| Was the first cause of all these naval slips: 109:06,785[A ]| Had he not built, none of these faults had been; 109:06,786[A ]| If no$2$ creation, there had been no$2$ sin. 109:06,787[A ]| But, his great crime, one boat away he sent, 109:06,788[A ]| That$6#1$ lost our fleet and did our flight prevent. 109:06,789[A ]| Then (that$3$ reward might in$4$ its turn take place, 109:06,790[A ]| And march with punishment in$4$ equal pace), <790> 109:06,791[A ]| Southampton dead, much of the treasure's care 109:06,792[A ]| And place in$4$ council fell to$4$ Duncombe's share. 109:06,793[A ]| All men admired he to$4$ that$6#2$ pitch could fly: 109:06,794[A ]| Powder never blew man up$5$ so$5#1$ soon so$5#1$ high, 109:06,795[A ]| But sure his late good husbandry in$4$ petre 109:06,796[A ]| Showed him to$9$ manage the Exchequer meeter; 109:06,797[A ]| And who$6#1$ the forts would not vouchsafe acorn, 109:06,798[A ]| To$9$ lavish the King's money more would scorn. 109:06,799[A ]| Who$6#1$ hath no$2$ chimneys, to$9$ give all is best, 109:06,800[A ]| And ablest Speaker, who$6#1$ of law has least; <800> 109:06,801[A ]| Who$6#1$ less estate, for$4$ Treasurer most fit, 109:06,802[A ]| And for$4$ a counsellor, he that$6#1$ has least wit. 109:06,803[A ]| But the true cause was that$3$, in$4$ his brother May, 109:06,804[A ]| The Exchequer might the Privy-Purse obey. 109:06,805[A ]| But now draws near the Parliament's return; 109:06,806[A ]| Hyde and the Court again begin to$9$ mourn: 109:06,807[A ]| Frequent in$4$ council, earnest in$4$ debate, 109:06,808[A ]| All arts they try how to$9$ prolong its date. 109:06,809[A ]| Grave primate Sheldon (much in$4$ preaching there) 109:06,810[A ]| Blames the last session and this more does fear: <810> 109:06,811[A ]| With Boynton or with Middleton it were sweet, 109:06,812[A ]| But with a Parliament abhors to$9$ meet 109:06,813[A ]| And thinks it will$1$ never be well within this nation, 109:06,814[A ]| Till it be governed by$4$ a Convocation. 109:06,815[A ]| But in$4$ the Thames' mouth still De*Ruyter laid; 109:06,816[A ]| The peace not sure, new army must be paid. 109:06,817[A ]| Hyde saith he hourly waits for$4$ a dispatch; 109:06,818[A ]| Harry came post just as he showed his watch, 109:06,819[A ]| All to$9$ agree the articles were clear, 109:06,820[A ]| The Holland fleet and Parliament so$5#1$ near; <820> 109:06,821[A ]| Yet Harry must job back and all mature, 109:06,822[A ]| Binding, before the Houses meet, the treaty sure, 109:06,823[A ]| And between necessity and spite, till then, 109:06,824[A ]| Let them come up$5$ so$5#2$ to$9$ go down again. 109:06,825[A ]| Up$5$ ambles country justice on$4$ his pad 109:06,826[A ]| And vest bespeaks to$9$ be more seemly clad. 109:06,827[A ]| Plain gentlemen in$4$ stagecoach are overthrown 109:06,828[A ]| And deputy-lieutenants in$4$ their own. 109:06,829[A ]| The portly burgess through the weather hot 109:06,830[A ]| Does for$4$ his corporation sweat and trot; <830> 109:06,831[A ]| And all with sun and choler come adust 109:06,832[A ]| And threaten Hyde to$9$ raise a greater dust. 109:06,833[A ]| But, fresh as from the mint, the courtiers fine 109:06,834[A ]| Salute them, smiling at their vain design, 109:06,835[A ]| And Turnor gay up$5$ to$4$ his perch does march 109:06,836[A ]| With face new bleached, smoothened and stiff with starch; 109:06,837[A ]| Tells them he at Whitehall had took a turn 109:06,838[A ]| And for$4$ three days thence moves them to$9$ adjourn. 109:06,839@w | "Not so$5#2$!" 109:06,839[A ]| quoth Tomkins, and straight drew his tongue, 109:06,840[A ]| Trusty as steel, that$6#1$ always ready hung; <840> 109:06,841[A ]| And so$3$, proceeding in$4$ his motion warm, 109:06,842[A ]| The army soon raised he doth as soon disarm. 109:06,843[A ]| True Trojan! While this town can girls afford, 109:06,844[A ]| As long as cider lasts in$4$ Hereford, 109:06,845[A ]| The girls shall always kiss thee, though grown old, 109:06,846[A ]| And in$4$ eternal healths thy name be trolled. 109:06,847[A ]| Meanwhile the certain news of peace arrives 109:06,848[A ]| At court and so$3$ reprieves their guilty lives. 109:06,849[A ]| Hyde orders Turnor that$3$ he should come late, 109:06,850[A ]| Lest some new Tomkins spring a fresh debate. <850> 109:06,851[A ]| The King that$6#2$ day raised early from his rest, 109:06,852[A ]| Expects (as at a play) till Turnor is dressed. 109:06,853[A ]| At last together Eaton come and he: 109:06,854[A ]| No$2$ dial more could with the sun agree. 109:06,855[A ]| The Speaker, summoned, to$4$ the Lords repairs, 109:06,856[A ]| Nor gave the Commons leave to$9$ say their prayers, 109:06,857[A ]| But like$4$ his prisoners to$4$ the bar them led, 109:06,858[A ]| Where mute they stand to$9$ hear their sentence read. 109:06,859[A ]| Trembling with joy and fear, Hyde them prorogues, 109:06,860[A ]| And had almost mistook and called them rogues. <860> 109:06,861[A ]| Dear Painter, draw this Speaker to$4$ the foot; 109:06,862[A ]| Where pencil cannot, there my pen shall do it: 109:06,863[A ]| That$6#2$ may his body, this his mind explain. 109:06,864[A ]| Paint him in$4$ golden gown, with mace's brain, 109:06,865[A ]| Bright hair, fair face, obscure and dull of head, 109:06,866[A ]| Like$4$ knife with ivory haft and edge of lead. 109:06,867[A ]| At prayers his eyes turn up$5$ the pious white, 109:06,868[A ]| But all the while his private bill is in$4$ sight. 109:06,869[A ]| In$4$ chair he smoking sits like$4$ master cook, 109:06,870[A ]| And a poll-bill does like$4$ his apron look. <870> 109:06,871[A ]| Well was he skilled to$9$ season any question 109:06,872[A ]| And make a sauce fit for$4$ Whitehall's digestion, 109:06,873[A ]| Whence every day, the palate more to$9$ tickle, 109:06,874[A ]| Court-mushrumps ready are sent in$5$ in$4$ pickle. 109:06,875[A ]| When grievance urged, he swells like$4$ squatted toad, 109:06,876[A ]| Frisks like$4$ a frog to$9$ croak a tax's load; 109:06,877[A ]| His patient piss he could hold longer than 109:06,878[A ]| An urinal and sit like$4$ any hen; 109:06,879[A ]| At table jolly as a country host 109:06,880[A ]| And soaks his sack with Norfolk like$4$ a toast; <880> 109:06,881[A ]| At night than Chanticleer more brisk and hot, 109:06,882[A ]| And Sergeant's wife serves him for$4$ Pertelotte. 109:06,883[A ]| Paint last the King and a dead shade of night, 109:06,884[A ]| Only dispersed by$4$ a weak taper's light, 109:06,885[A ]| And those bright gleams that$6#1$ dart along and glare 109:06,886[A ]| From his clear eyes (yet these too dark with care). 109:06,887[A ]| There, as in$4$ the calm horror all alone 109:06,888[A ]| He wakes and muses of the uneasy throne, 109:06,889[A ]| Raise up$5$ a sudden shape with virgin's face, 109:06,890[A ]| (Though ill agree her posture, hour, or place), <890> 109:06,891[A ]| Naked as born, and her round arms behind 109:06,892[A ]| With her own tresses interwove and twined; 109:06,893[A ]| Her mouth locked up$5$, a blind before her eyes, 109:06,894[A ]| Yet from beneath the veil her blushes rise, 109:06,895[A ]| And silent tears her secret anguish speak; 109:06,896[A ]| Her heart throbs and with very shame would break. 109:06,897[A ]| The object strange in$4$ him no$2$ terror moved: 109:06,898[A ]| He wondered first, then pitied, then he loved 109:06,899[A ]| And with kind hand does the coy vision press 109:06,900[A ]| (Whose beauty greater seemed by$4$ her distress), <900> 109:06,901[A ]| But soon shrunk back, chilled with her touch so$5#1$ cold, 109:06,902[A ]| And the airy picture vanished from his hold. 109:06,903[A ]| In$4$ his deep thoughts the wonder did increase, 109:06,904[A ]| And he divined it was England or the Peace. 109:06,905[A ]| Express him startling next with listening ear, 109:06,906[A ]| As one that$6#1$ some unusual noise does hear. 109:06,907[A ]| With cannon, trumpets, drums, his door surround, 109:06,908[A ]| But let some other painter draw the sound. 109:06,909[A ]| Thrice did he rise, thrice the vain tumult fled, 109:06,910[A ]| But again thunders when he lies in$4$ bed. <910> 109:06,911[A ]| His mind secure does the known stroke repeat 109:06,912[A ]| And finds the drums Louis's march did beat. 109:06,913[A ]| Shakes then the room and all his curtains tear 109:06,914[A ]| And with blue streaks infect the taper clear, 109:06,915[A ]| While the pale ghosts his eye does fixed admire 109:06,916[A ]| Of grandsire Harry and of Charles his sire. 109:06,917[A ]| Harry sits down, and in$4$ his open side 109:06,918[A ]| The grisly wound reveals of which$6#1$ he died, 109:06,919[A ]| And ghastly Charles, turning his collar low, 109:06,920[A ]| The purple thread about his neck does show, <920> 109:06,921[A ]| Then, whispering to$4$ his son in$4$ words unheard, 109:06,922[A ]| Through the locked door both of them disappeared. 109:06,923[A ]| The wondrous night the pensive King revolves. 109:06,924[A ]| And rising straight on$4$ Hyde's Disgrace resolves 109:06,925[A ]| At his first step he Castlemaine does find, 109:06,926[A ]| Bennet, and Coventry, as it were designed; 109:06,927[A ]| And they, not knowing, the same thing propose 109:06,928[A ]| Which$6#1$ his hid mind did in$4$ its depths enclose. 109:06,929[A ]| Through their feigned speech their secret hearts he knew: 109:06,930[A ]| To$4$ her own husband, Castlemaine untrue; <930> 109:06,931[A ]| False to$4$ his master Bristol, Arlington; 109:06,932[A ]| And Coventry, falser than anyone, 109:06,933[A ]| Who$6#1$ to$4$ the brother, brother would betray, 109:06,934[A ]| Nor therefore trusts himself to$4$ such as they. 109:06,935[A ]| His father's ghost too whispered him one note, 109:06,936[A ]| That$3$ who$6#1$ does cut his purse will$1$ cut his throat, 109:06,937[A ]| But in$4$ wise anger he their crimes forbears, 109:06,938[A ]| As thieves reprieved for$4$ executioners; 109:06,939[A ]| While Hyde, provoked, his foaming tusk does whet, 109:06,940[A ]| To$9$ prove them traitors and himself the Pett. <940> 109:06,941[A ]| Painter, adieu! How well our arts agree, 109:06,942[A ]| Poetic picture, painted poetry; 109:06,943[A ]| But this great work is for$4$ our Monarch fit, 109:06,944[A ]| And henceforth Charles only to$4$ Charles shall sit. 109:06,945[A ]| His master-hand the ancients shall outdo, 109:06,946[A ]| Himself the painter and the poet too. 109:06,947[A ]| To$4$ the King 109:06,947[A ]| So$3$ his bold tube man to$4$ the sun applied 109:06,948[A ]| And spots unknown to$4$ the bright star descried, 109:06,949[A ]| Showed they obscure him while too near they press, 109:06,950[A ]| And seem his courtiers, are but his disease. <950> 109:06,951[A ]| Through optic trunk the planet seemed to$9$ hear, 109:06,952[A ]| And hurls them off ever since in$4$ his career. 109:06,953[A ]| And you, great Sir, that$6#1$ with him empire share, 109:06,954[A ]| Sun of our world, as he the Charles is there, 109:06,955[A ]| Blame not the Muse that$6#1$ brought these spots to$4$ sight, 109:06,956[A ]| Which$6#1$, in$4$ your splendour hid, corrode your light: 109:06,957[A ]| Kings in$4$ the country oft have gone astray 109:06,958[A ]| Nor of a peasant scorned to$9$ learn the way. 109:06,959[A ]| Would she the unattended throne reduce, 109:06,960[A ]| Banishing love, trust, ornament, and use, <960> 109:06,961[A ]| Better it were to$9$ live in$4$ cloister's lock, 109:06,962[A ]| Or in$4$ fair fields to$9$ rule the easy flock. 109:06,963[A ]| She blames them only who$6#1$ the Court restrain 109:06,964[A ]| And, where all England serves, themselves would reign. 109:06,965[A ]| Bold and accursed are they that$6#1$ all this while 109:06,966[A ]| Have strove to$9$ isle our Monarch from his isle, 109:06,967[A ]| And to$9$ improve themselves, on$4$ false pretence, 109:06,968[A ]| About the common Prince have raised a fence; 109:06,969[A ]| The kingdom from the crown distinct would see 109:06,970[A ]| And peel the bark to$9$ burn at last the tree. <970> 109:06,971[A ]| But Ceres corn, and Flora is the spring, 109:06,972[A ]| Bacchus is wine, the country is the king. 109:06,973[A ]| Not so$5#2$ does rust insinuating wear, 109:06,974[A ]| Nor powder so$5#2$ the vaulted bastion tear, 109:06,975[A ]| Nor earthquakes so$5#2$ an hollow isle overwhelm, 109:06,976[A ]| As scratching courtiers undermine a realm 109:06,977[A ]| And through the palace's foundations bore, 109:06,978[A ]| Burrowing themselves to$9$ hoard their guilty store. 109:06,979[A ]| The smallest vermin make the greatest waste, 109:06,980[A ]| And a poor warren once a city razed. <980> 109:06,981[A ]| But they whom, born to$4$ virtue and to$4$ wealth, 109:06,982[A ]| Nor guilt to$4$ flattery binds, nor want to$4$ stealth; 109:06,983[A ]| Whose generous conscience and whose courage high 109:06,984[A ]| Does with clear counsels their large souls supply; 109:06,985[A ]| That$6#1$ serve the King with their estates and care, 109:06,986[A ]| And as in$4$ love on$4$ Parliaments can stare, 109:06,987[A ]| Where few the number, choice is there less hard: 109:06,988[A ]| Give us this Court and rule without a guard. 109:06,000[A ]| 109:06,000[A ]| 109:06,000[A ]| 109:06,000[A ]| 109:06,000[A ]| 109:06,000[A ]|