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TO MR. CREECH... THE TRIPLE COMBAT.
71 For, as all warlike nations take delight
So easy is thy sense, thy verse so sweet,
You have advanc'd to wonder their renown, We read, and read again, and still admire (fire!
Cold and unmov'd, yet have his thoughts on thee?
But if, when view'd by your severer sight,
They seem unworthy to behold the light,
Let them with speed in deserv'd flames be thrown!
THE TRIPLE COMBAT.
Hither at length the Roman eagle flies,
As the last triumph of her conquering eyes.
A second time to make this island bend;
But Portsmouth, springing from the ancient race
As they great Cæsar did oppose, makes head,
And does against this new invader lead.
Becoming blushes on the other wait,
And her young look excuses want of height.
Beauty gives courage; for she knows the day
For little Britain these, and those for Rome.
Arriv'd, for combat in the list appear.
From distant regions two such beauties met.
Venus had been an equal friend to both,
And Vict'ry to declare herself seems loath;
Over the camp with doubtful wings she fljes,
Yet, like the three on Ida's top, they all
They with less hazard might look on, and draw
The ruder combats in Alsatia;
But let not this disturb thy tuneful head;
ELEGY MADE BY MRS. WHARTOV
ON THE EARL OP ROCHESTER.
Which so preserves the hero's name,
Make the sea shine with gallantry, and all They make him live again in fame.
The English youth flock to their admiral, Chloris, in lines so like his own,
The valiant duke! whose early deeds abroad Gives him so just and high renown,
Such rage in fight, and art in conduct show'd. That she th' amicted world relieves,
His bright sword now.a dearer interest draws, And shows, that still in her he lives:
His brother's glory, and his country's cause. Her wit as graceful, great, and good;
Let thy bold pencil, hope and courage spread Ally'd in genius, as in blood.
Through the whole navy, by that hero led :
Make all appear, where such a prince is by,
With his extraction, and his glorious mind,
Make the proud sails swell, more than with the Lest bis fair soul, that lives in you,
Preventing cannon, make his louder fame (wigd : Should from the world for ever go.
Check the Batavians, and their fury tame.
Make him bestride the ocean, and mankind
Ask his consent to use the sea and wind :
While his tall ships in the barr'd channel stand, Must for some cause be valued so:
He grasps the Indies in his armed hand. Things without use, though they be good,
Paint an east-wind, and make it blow away Are not by us so understood.
Th' excuse of Holland for their navy's stay: The early Rose, made to display
Make them look pale, and, the bold prince to shan, Her blushes to the youthful May,
Through the cold north, and rocky regions run,
To find the coast where morning first appears,
By the dark pole the wary Belgian steers ;
Confessing now, he dreads the English more Not by their light, but influence:
Than all the dangers of a frozen shore; When brighter comets, since still known,
While from our arms, security to find, Fatal to all, are lik'd by none.
They fly so far, they leave the day behind.
Describe their feet abandoning the sea, So, your admired beauty still
And all their merchants left a wealthy prey ;
Our first success in war make Bacchus crown,
Disarm'd of that, from which their courage grows :
While the glad English, to relieve their toil,
In healths to their great leader drink the spoil. The failing blossoms, which a young plant bears,
His high commands to Afric's coast extend, Engage our hope for the succeeding years :
And make the Moors before the English bend : And hope is all which Art or Nature brings,
Those barbarous pirates willingly receive At the first trial, to accomplish things.
Conditions such as we are pleas'd to give. Mankind was first created an essay;
Deserted by the Dutch, let nations know, That ruder draught the deluge wash'd away.
We can our own and their great business do; How many ages pass'd, what blood and toil,
False friends chastise, and common foes restrain, Before we made one kingdom of this isle !
Which, worse than tempests, did infest the main. How long in vain had Nature striv'd to frame
Within those straits, make Holland's Smyrna fleet A perfect princess, ere her highness came? With a small squadron of the English meet ; For joys so great we must with patience wait,
Like falcons these, those like a numerous flock "Tis the set price of happiness complete.
Of fowl, which scatter to avoid the shock. As a first-fruit, Heaven claim'd that lovely boy :
There paint confusion in a various shape,
Some sink, some yield, and, flying, some escape.
While the divided world in this agree,
But, nearer home, thy pencil use once more,
And place our navy by the Holland shore; OF HIS HIGHNESS-ROYAL: TOGETHER WITH THE BAT
The world they compass'd while they fought with TLE AND VICTORY OBTAINED OVER THE DUTCA, JUNE
But here already they resign the main : (Spain, 3, 1665.
Those greedy mariners, out of whose way
Diffusive Nature could no region lay, First draw the sea; that portion, which between At home, preserv'd from rocks and tempests, lie, The greater world, and this of ours, is seen: Compellid, like others, in their beds to die. Here place the British, there the Holland feet, Their single towns th’ Iberian armies prest; Vast Boating armies! both prepard to meet. We all their provinces at once invest, Draw the whole world, expecting who should reign, And in a month ruin their traffic more, After this combat, o'er the conquer'd main. 'Than that long war could in an age before. Make Heaven concern'd, and an unusual star But who can always on the billows lie? Peclare th' importance of th' approaching war, The wat'ry wilderness yields no supply.
Spreading our sails, to Harwich we resort, Three worthy persons 7 from his side it tore,
Who would not thus a sacrifice be made,
So trembled Jacob, when he thought the stainsAnd takes new valour from the ladies' eyes. Of his son's coat had issued from his veins.
Meanwhile, like bees when stormy winter's gone, He feels no wound, but in his troubled thought; The Dutch (as if the sea were all their own) Before for honour, now revenge, he fought: Desert their ports, and, falling in their way, His friends in pieces torn (the bitter news Our Hamburgh merchants are become their prey. Not brought by Fame) with his own eyes he views. Thus flourish they, before th' approaching fight, His mind at once reflecting on their youth, As dying tapers give a blazing light.
Their worth, their love, their valour, and their truth, To check their pride, our fleet half victual'd goes, The joys of court, their mothers, and their wives, Enough to serve us till we reach our foes;
To follow him, abandon'd--and their lives ! Who now appear so numerous and bold,
He storms, and shoots : but flying bullets now,
To execute his rage, appear too slow :
Encouraging his men, he gives the word,
Wait on his friends, while yet their blood is warm.
As when loud winds from different quarters rush, The Belgian ship unmov'd, like some huge rock Vast clouds encount'ring one another crush: Inhabiting the sea, expects the shock. With swelling sails, so, from their sev'ral coasts, From both the fleets men's eyes are bent this way, Join the Batavian and the British hosts.
Neglecting all the bus'ness of the day:
The silent ocean does th' event attend,
Their new commander from his charge is tost,
His flight tow'rds Heaven th’aspiring Belgian took; Of royal blood, as ancient as the sea !
But fell, like Phaëton, with thunder strook :
From vaster hopes than his, he seem'd to fall,
Than from the fiery chariot of the Sun:
The duke (ill-pleas'd that fire should thus prevent Expos'd, the bulwark of his native land;
The work, which for his brighter sword he meant) Defensive arms laid by as useless here,
Anger still burning in his valiant breast,
Against him first Opdam his squadron leads, The Dutch, accustom'd to the raging sea,
Than that which in the prince's look appears.
Fierce, goodly, young! Mars he resembles, when
Jove sends him down to scourge perfidious men;
☆ Prince of Orange,
Where he gives on, disposing of their fates, Thus cry the people ;--and, their land to keep,
Painter! excuse me, if I have awhile
Forgot thy art, and us'd another style : Before his ship, fragments of vessels torn,
For, though you draw arm'd heroes as they sit, Flags, arms, and Belgian carcasses, are bome, The task in battle does the Muses fit : And his despairing foes, to flight inclin’d,
They, in the dark confusion of a fight, Spread all their canvass to invite the wind.
Discover all, instruct us how to write, So the rude Boreas, where he lists to blow,
And light and honour to brave actions yield, Makes clouds above, and billows fly below,
Hid in the smoke and tumult of the field. Beating the shore; and with a boisterous rage, Ages to come shall know that leader's toil, Does Heaven at once, and Earth, and sea, engage. And his great name, on whom the Muses smile:
The Dutch, elsewhere, did through the wat'ry field Their dictates here let thy fam'd pencil trace, Perform enough to have made others yield; And this relation with thy colours grace. But English courage, growing as they fight, Then draw the parliament, the nobles met ; In danger, noise, and slaughter takes delight: And our great monarch 9 high above them set : Their bloody task, unweary'd still, they ply, Like young Augustus let his image be, Only restrain'd by death or victory.
Triumphing for that victory at sea, Iron and lead, from Earth's dark entrails torn, Where Egypt's queen "o, and eastern kings, o'erLike showers of hail, from either side are bome: Made the possession of the world his own. [thrown, So high the rage of wretched mortals goes,
Last draw the commons at his royal feet,
They vow with lives and fortune to maintain
But Bacchus now, which led the Belgians on
TO THE KING!
Great sir! disdain not in this piece to stand
Those which inhabit the celestial bower Become too moist, and bend their heads again. Painters express with emblems of their power ; Their reeling ships on one another fall,
His club Alcides, Phoebus has his bow, Without a foe, enough to ruin all.
Jove has his thunder, and your navy you. Of this disorder, and the favouring wind,
But your great providence no colours here The watchful English such advantage find,
Can represent, nor pencil draw that care, Ships fraught with fire among the heap they throw, Which keeps you waking to secure our peace, And up the so-intangled Belgians blow.
The nation's glory, and our trade's increase: The flame invades the powder-rooms; and then
You, for these ends, whole days in council sit; Their guns shoot bullets, and their vessels men. And the diversions of your youth forget. The scorch'd Batavians on the billows float;
Small were the worth of valour and of force, Sent from their own, to pass in Charon's, boat. If your high wisdom govern’d not their course: And now our royal admiral success
You as the soul, as the first mover, you (With all the marks of victory) does bless: Vigour and life on every part bestow : The burning ships, the taken, and the slain, How to build ships, and dreadful ordnance cast, Proclaim his triumph o'er the conquer'd main.
Instruct the artists, and reward their haste. Nearer to Holland as their hasty fight
So Jove himself, when Typhon Heaven does brave, Carries the noise and tumult of the fight,
Descends to visit Vulean's smoky cave, His cannons' roar, forerunner of his fame,
Teaching the brawny Cyclops how to frame Makes their Hague tremble, and their Amsterdam: His thunder, mix'd with terrour, wrath, and fame. The British thunder does their houses rock,
Had the old Greeks discover'd your abode, And the duke seems at every door to knock.
Crete had not been the cradle of their god: His dreadful streamer (like a comet's hair,
On that small island they had look'd with scom; Threatening destruction) hastens their despair; And in Great Britain thought the thunderer born. Makes them deplore their scatter'd fleet as lost, And fear our present landing on their coast.
The trembling Dutch th' approaching prince beAs sheep a lion, leaping tow'rds their fold: (hold, RUIN OF THE TURKISH EMPIRE: Those piles, which serve them to repel the main, They think too weak his fury to restrain. “What wonders may not English valour work, Led by th' example of victorious York ?
Since James the Second grac'd the British throne, Or what defence against him can they make,
Truce, well-observ'd, has been infring'd by none : Who, at such distance, does their country shake? His fatal hand their bulwarks will o'erthrow;
9 King Charles II. Cleopatra. And let in both the ocean and the foe.”
· King Charles II.
A PRESAGE OF THE
PRESENTED TO HIS MAJESTY KING JAMES II. ON HIS
TO THE DUTCHESS...ON MRS. HIGGONS.
75 Christians to him their present union owe, Wishing you may with as great pleasure view And late success against the common foe: This, as we take in gazing upon you. While neighb'ring princes, loath to urge their fate, Thus we writ then : your brighter eyes inspire Court his assistance, and suspend their hate. À nobler flame, and raise our genius high’r. So angry bulls the combat do forbear,
While we your wit and early knowledge fear, When from the wood a lion does appear.
To our productions we become severe:
Your judgment makes us careful how we sing. A prince more fit for such a glorious task,
Lines not compos'd, as heretofore, in haste, Than England's king, from Heaven we cannot ask : Polish'd like marble, shall like marble last, He (great and good !) proportion'd to the work, And make you through as many ages shine, Their ill-drawn swords shall turn against the Turk. As Tasso has the heroes of
Such kings, like stars with influence unconfin'd, Though other names our wary writers use, Shine with aspect propitious to mankind,
You are the subject of the British Muse : Favour the innocent, repress the bold,
Dilating mischief to yourself unknown, And, while they flourish, make an Age of Gold. Men write, and die of wounds they dare not
Bred in the camp, fam'd for his valour young;
So the bright sun burns all our grass away,
THESE VERSES WERE WRIT IN THE TASSO OF Britain declaring for the juster side,
HER ROYAL HIGHNESS.
Tasso knew how the fairer sex to grace;
But in no one durst all perfection place:
In her alone that owns this book, is seen
Clorinda's spirit, and her lofty mien,
Sophronia's piety, Erminia's truth,
Armida's charms, her beauty, and her youth.
Her well-taught mind, and every grace express.
More to our wonder than Rinaldo fought,
The hero's race excels the poet's thought.
The banish'd Muses shall no longer moum;
To hide the candour of her thought;
nymph as naked as her mind:
Like Eve while yet she was untaught
To hide herself or know a fault.
For a snatch'd ribbon she would frown,
But cares too little for her gown;
It makes her laugh, and all her grief
Is lest it should undo the thief.
Already she begins to stretch
Her wit, to save the guilty' wretch,
And says, she was of goods bereft'
By her own bounty, not by theft.
She thought not fit to keep her clothes
Till they were eaten up with moths,
To cloth the naked and the poor.
Should all that do approve the fair
Of London she would have the fate,
And rise (undone) in greater state,
In points, and hoods, and Indian gown,
As glorious as the new-built town.
WHEN HE PRESENTED THIS BOOK TO HER ROYAL