Poems, &c. written upon several occasions, and to several persons by Edmond Waller.
Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687.
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Instructions to a PAINTER, For the Drawing of the Posture and Progress of His Majesties Forces at Sea, under the Command of His Highness-Royal: Together with the Battel and Victory obtain'd over the DUTCH, Iune 3. 1665.

FIrst draw the Sea, that portion which between
The greater world, and this of ours is seen;
Page  204 Here place the British, there the Holland Fleet,
Vast floating Armies, both prepar'd to meet:
Draw the whole world, expecting who sho〈◊〉
fter this Combat, o're the conquer'd Main;
Make Heav'n concern'd, and an unusual Star,
Declare th'Importance of th'approaching War
Make the Sea shine with Gallantry, and all
The English Youth flock to their Admiral,
The valiant Duke, whose early Deeds aboad,
Such Rage in Fight, and Art in conduct show'd;
His bright Sword now a dearer Int'rest draws,
Hi Brothers, Glory, nd His Countries Cause.
Let thy bold Pencil, Hope, and Courage spread
Through the whole Nav, by that Hero led;
Make all appear, where such a Prince is by,
Resolv'd to Conquer, or resolv'd to Die:
With His Extraction, and His Glorious mind
Make the proud Sails swell, more than with the 〈◊〉
Page  205 eventing Cannon, make His louder Fame
〈◊〉 the Batanians, and their Fury tame:
〈◊〉 Wolves, though greedy of their Prey,
〈◊〉 When they find a Lion in their way.
〈◊〉 him bestride the Ocean, and Mankind
〈◊〉 His Consent, to use the Sea and Wind:
hile his tall ships in the barr'd Channel stand,
〈◊〉 grasps the Indies in His armed Hand.
Paint an East-wind, and make it blow away
〈◊〉 excuse of Holland for their Navies stay;
ake them look pale, and the bold Prince to shu••,
Through the cold North, and Rocky Regions run;
o find the Coast where Morning first appears,
y the dark Pole the wary Belgian steers,
Confessing now, He dreads the English more,
han all the dangers of a frozen Shore;
hile from our Arms security to find,
hey flie so far, they leave the Day behind▪
Page  206 Describe their Fleet abandoning the Sea,
And all their Merchants left a wealthy Prey;
Our first success in War, make Bacchus Crown,
And half the Vintage of the Year our own:
The Dutch their Wine, and all their Brandy lo••
Disarm'd of that, from which their Courage grow
While the glad Englsh, to relieve their toil,
In Healths to their great Leader drink the spoil:
His high Command to Africks Coast extend,
And make the Moors before the English bend:
Those barbarous Pirates willingly receive
Conditions, such as we are pleas'd to give;
Deserted by the Dutch, let Nations know,
We can our own, and their great business do;
False Friends chastise, and common Foes restrain,
Which worse than Tempests did infest the Main.
Within those Streights make Holland's Smirna Fle••
With a small Squadron of the English meet;
Page  207 Like Falcons these, those like a numerous Flock
Of Fowl, which scatter to avoid the Shock.
There paint Confusion in a various shape,
Some sink, some yield, and flying some escape:
••rope and Africa from either shore
ectators are, and hear our Cannon roar;
While the divided world, in this agree,
Men that Fight so, deserve to rule the Sea.
ut nearer home, thy Pencil use once more,
〈◊〉 place our Navy by the Holland shore;
The World they compass'd while they fought with
〈◊〉 here already they resign the Main: Spain,
Those greedy Mariners, out of whose way,
issusive Nature could no Region lay,
t home preserv'd, from Rocks and Tempests lie
Compel'd, like others, in their Beds to die;
Their single Towns th' Iberian Armies prest,
We all their Provinces at once invest,
Page  208 And in a Month Ruine their Tra••ique more,
Than that long War could in an Age before.
But who can always on the Billows lie?
The watry Wilderness yields no supply;
Spreading our Sails, to Harwich we resort,
And meet the Beauties of the British Court,
Th'Illustrious Dutchess, and her Glorious Train,
Like Thetis with her Nymphs adorn the Main;
The gazing Sea-gods, since the Paphian Queen
Sprung from among them, no such sight had se
Charm'd with the Graces of a Troop so fair,
Those deathless Powers for us themselves 〈◊〉
Resolv'd the aid of Neptune's Court to bring,
And help the Nation where such Beauties sprin
The Soldier here his wasted store supplies,
And takes new Valor from the Ladies Eyes:
Mean while like Bees when stormy Winter's goo
The Dutch (as if the Sea were all their own)
Page  209 Desert their Ports, and falling in their way
ur Hamburgh Merchants are become their Prey;
Thus flourish they, before th'approaching Fight,
As dying Tapers give a blazing Light.
To check their Pride, our Fleet half victual'd goes;
nough to serve us till we reach our Foes,
Who now appear so numerous and bold,
The Action worthy of our Arms we hold;
A greater force than that which here we find,
••'re press'd the Ocean, nor employ'd the Wind.
estrain'd a while by the unwelcom Night,
h' impatient English scarce attend the Light.
But now the Morning, Heav'n severely clear,
o the flerce Work Indulgent does appear;
And Phoebs lists above the Waves his Light,
That he might see, and thus record the Fight:
As when loud winds from different quarters rush,
ast Clouds incountring, one another crush▪
Page  210 With swelling Sails, so, from their several Coasts,
Join the Batavian and the British Hoasts.
For a less Prize, with less Concern and Rage,
The Roman Fleets at Actium did Engage;
They for the Empire of the World they knew.
These for the Old contend, and for the New:
At the first shock, with Blood and Powder stain'd
Nor Heaven, nor Sea, their former face retain'd;
Fury and Art produce Effects so strange,
They trouble Nature, and her Visage change:
Where burning Ships the banish'd Sun supply▪
And no Light shines, but that by which men die▪
There YORK appears▪ so prodigal▪ is he
Of Royal Blood as ancient as▪ the Sea▪
Which down to Him so many Ages told,
Has through the veins of Mighty Monarchs roll'd
The great Achilles march'd not to the Field,
Till Vulcan that impenetrable Shield
Page  211 And Arms had wrought, yet there no Bullets flew,
ut Shafts and Darts, which the weak Phygians threw;
Our bolder Heroe on the Deck does stand
Expos'd the Bulwark of his Native Land▪
Defensive Arms aid by, as useless here,
Where massie Balls the Neighbouring Rocks do tear:
Some Power unseen those Princes do's pro••ct,
Who for their Countrey thus themselves neglect.
Against Him first Opdam his Squadron leads,
Proud of his late Success against the suedis,
Made by that Action, and his high Command,
Worthy to perish by a Princes Hand:
The tall Batavian in a vast Ship rides,
aring an Army in her hollow sides,
t not inclin'd the English Ship to board,
〈…〉, than on his Sword,
Page  212 From whence a fatal Volly we receiv'd,
It miss'd the Duke, but His Great Heart griev'd;
Three worthy Persons from His side it tore,
And dy'd His Garment with their scatter'd Gore:
Happy! to whom this glorious death arrives,
More to be valu'd han a thousand Lives!
On such a Theatre, as this, to die,
For such a Cause, and such a Witness by!
Who would not thus a Sacrifice be made,
To have his Blood on such an Altar laid?
The rest about Him strook with horror stood,
To see their Leader cover'd ore with Blood;
So trembl'd Iacob, when he thought the stains
Of his Sons Coat had issued from his veins:
He feels no wound, but in his troubled thought
Before for Honour, now Revenge He fought,
Page  213 His Friends in pieces torn, the bitter News
Not brought by Fame, with His own Eys He views;
〈◊〉 Mind at once reflecting on their Youth,
Their Worth, their Love, their Valour, and their Truth,
The joys of Court, their Mothers and their Wives
To follow Him abandon'd, and their Lives.
He storms, and shoots; but flying Bullets now
To execute His Rage, appear too slow;
They miss, or sweep but common Souls away,
For such a Loss, Opdam his Life must pay:
Encouraging His Men, He gives the Word,
With fierce intent that hated Ship to Board,
And make the guilty Dutch, with His own Arm,
Wait on His Friends, while yet their Blood is warm:
His winged Vessel like an Eagle shows,
When through the Clouds to truss a Swan she goes;
Page  214 The Belgian Ship unmov'd, like some huge Rock
Inhabiting the Sea, expects the shock:
From both the Fleets Mens eyes are bent this 〈◊〉
Neglecting all the business of the day,
Bullets their flight, and Guns their noise suspend,
The silent Ocean does th'event attend,
Which Leader shall the doubtfull vict'ry bless,
And give an earnest of the Wars success;
When Heav'n it self for England to declare,
Turns Ship, and Men, and Tackle into Air;
Their new Commander from his Charge is ot,
Which that young Prince had so unjustly lost,
Whose great Progenitors with better Fate,
And better Conduct sway'd their Infant State.
His flight tow'rds Heav'n th'aspiring Belgian took▪
But fell like Phaeton with Thunder strook,
From vaster hopes than his, he seem'd to fall,
That durst attempt the British Admiral:
Page  215 From her Broad-sides, a ruder Flame is thrown,
Than from the fiery Chariot of the Sun;
That bears the radiant Ensign of the day,
And she the Flag that Governs in the Sea.
The Duke ill pleas'd that Fire should thus prevent
The work which for His brighter sword He meant,
Anger still burning in His vallant breast,
Goes to compleat Revenge upon the rest;
So on the guardless Herd their Keeper slain,
Rushes a Tyger in the Lybian Plain.
The Dutch accustom'd to the raging Sea,
And in black Storms the frowns of Heav'n to see,
Never met Tempest which more urg'd their fears,
Than that which in the Prince His look appears;
Fierce, Goodly, Young, Mars he resembles, when
Iove sends him down to scourge peridious Men,
Such as with foul Ingratitude have paid
Both those that Led, and those that gave them Aid;
Page  216 Where He gives on, disposing of their Fates,
Terror and Death on His loud Cannon waits,
With which He pleads His Brothers Cause so well▪
He shakes the Throne to which He does appeal;
The Sea with spoil His angry Bullets strow,
Widows and Orphans making as they go;
Before His Ship, fragments of Vessels torn,
Flags, Arms, And Belgian Carcasses are born,
And his despairing Fos to flight inclin'd▪
Spread all their Canvas to invite the Wind:
So the rude Boreas where he lists to blow,
Makes Clouds above, and Billows flie below▪
Beating the Shore, and with a boisterous rage
Does Heav'n at once, and Earth, and Sea ingage:
The Dutch elsewhere, did through the watry field
Perform enough to have made others yield;
But English Courage growing as they fight,
In Danger, Noise, and Slaughter takes delight;
Page  217 Their bloody Task, unwearied still, they ply,
Only restrain'd by Death, or Victory:
Iron and Lead, from Earths dark Entrails torn,
Like show'rs of Hail from either side are born▪
So high the Rage of wretched Mortals goes,
Hurling their Mothers Bowels at their Foes,
Ingenious to their Ruine, every Age
Improves the Arts, and Instruments of Rage;
Death hast'ning ills Nature enough has sent,
And yet Men still a thousand more invent.
But Bacchus now which led the Belgians on
So fierce at first, to favour us begun;
Brandee and Wine, their wonted Friends, at length
Render them useless, and betray their strength:
So Corn in Fields, and in the Garden Flowers,
Revive, and raise themselves with moderate show∣•••;
Page  218 But overcharg'd with never-ceafing Rain,
Become too moist, and bend their heads again:
Their reeling Ships on one another fall,
Without a Foe enough to ruine all:
Of this Disorder, and the favouring Wind,
The watchful English such advantage find,
Ships fraught with Fire among the heap they throw,
And up the so intangled Blgians blow;
The Flame invades the Powder-Rooms, and then
Their Guns shoot Bullets, and their Vessels Men;
The scorcht Batavians on the Billows float,
Sent from their own to pass in Charon's Boat.
And now our Royal Admiral, Success
With all the marks of Victory does bless;
The burning Ships, the taken, and the slain,
Proclaim His Triumph o're the conquer'd Main:
Page  219 Nearer to Holland as their hasty flight
Carries the noise and tumult of the Fight,
His Cannons roar, Forerunner of His Fame,
Makes their Hague tremble, and their Amsterdam▪
The Eritish Thunder does their Houses rock,
And the Duke seems at every door to knock;
His dreadful Streamer like a Comets hair
Threatning Destruction, hastens their Despair,
Makes them deplore their scatter'd Fleet as lost▪
And fear our presen Landing on their Coast.
The trembling Dutch th'approaching 〈◊〉 be∣hold,
As Sheep a Lion leaping tow'rds their Fold;
Those Piles which serve them to repel the Main.
They think too weak His fury to restrain:
What Wonders may not English Valor work▪
Led by th'Example of victorious YORK?
Page  220 Or what Defence against Him can they make,
Who at such distance does their Countrey shake?
His fatal Hand their Bulwarks will o'rethrow,
And let in both the Ocean and the Foe:
Thus cry the People, and their Land to keep,
Allow our Title to command the Deep,
Blaming their States ill Conduct to provoke
Those Arms which freed them from the Spanish yoke.
Painter, excuse me, if I have a while
Forgot thy Art, and us'd another Stile;
For though you draw arm'd Heroes as they sit,
The task in Battel does the Muses it;
They in the dark confusion of a Fight
Discover all, instruct us how to write,
And Light and Honour to brave Actions yield,
Hid in the smoke and tumult of the Field.
Page  221 Ages to come shall know that Leaders toil,
And His Great Name on whom the Muses smile;
Their Dictates here let thy fam'd Pencil trace
And this Relation with thy Colours grace.
Then draw the Parliament, the Nobles met,
And our Great Monarch, High above Them set;
Like young Augusts let His Image be,
Triumphing for that Victory at Sea,
Where Egypts Queen, and Eastern Kings o'rethrown,
Made the possession of the World His own.
Last draw the Commons at His Royal Feet,
Pouring out Treasure to supply His Fleet;
They vow with Lives and Fortunes to maintain
Their King's Eternal Title to the Main,
And with a Present to the Duke approve
His Valor, Conduct, and His Countries Love.