Poems, &c. written upon several occasions, and to several persons by Edmond Waller.
Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687.
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GREAT SIR, Disdain not in this piece o stand
Supreme Commander both of Sea and Land▪
Those which inhabit the Celestial Bower,
Pimers express with Emblems of their Pow'r;
His Club Alides, Phoebus has his Bowe,
Iove has his Thunder, and Your Navy You.
But Your Great Providence no Colours here
Can Represent; nor Pencil draw that Care
Which keeps You waking, to secure our Peace,
The Nations Glory, and our Trades increase;
You for these Ends whole days in Council sit,
And the Diversions of Your Youth forget.
Page  223 Small were the worth of Valor and of Force,
If Your high Wisdom govern'd not their Course;
You as the Soul, as the first Mover You
Vigor and Lif on every Part bestow,
How to build Ships, and dreadful Ordinance cast,
Instruct the Artists, and reward their Haste:
So Iove himself, when Typhon Heav'n does brave▪
Descends to visit Vulcan's smoky Cave,
Teaching the brawny Cyclops how to frame
His Thunder mixt with Terror, Wrath and Flame.
Had the old Greeks discover'd Your abode,
Crete had not been the Cradle of their God,
On that small Island they had look'd with scorn,
And in Great Britain thought the Thunderer born.