An exact and true definition of the most stupendious water-commanding engine, invented by the Right Honourable (and deservedly to be praised and admired) Edward Somerset, Lord Marquess of Worcester, and by his Lordship himself presented to his most Excellent Majesty Charles the Second, our most gracious Sovereign ...

A Panegyrick to the Right Honourable EDWARD, Lord Marquess of Worcester, Ʋpon his stupendious and never-sufficiently∣commended Water-work.

I know mean subjects need a skilful Pen To stretch their worth on tenter-hooks, but when A Theam falls out so pregnant, who can chuse But strain his vulgar Wit to prove a Muse?

COme, fainting Pilgrim, lay here down thy Pack, And, while thou rests thy wearied limbs, look back Upon this Pageant, th'Emblem of his mind, Whose Art and Skill hath this our Age refin'd.

Here little David curbs the Gyant's brood, Small drops of Rain contend with Noah's Flood; One weighs a thousand coming down apace, Weighs but himself when he hath run his race.

The Heavens admire, the Centre stands amaz'd, To see such Streams by so small Forces rais'd. Great is the Work, but greater is the Fame Of that great Peer who did invent the same.

What Force or Strength can do is in his reach, His long Experience, Cost and Charges, teach;

What Greeks, nor Romans e're could do, this day, Our Noble Britain here hath found the way.

If Ages past had bred you, we had seen Your Glories current run a bigger stream; But Art and Envy meeting face to face, Like France and Spain, dispute who shall take place.

None but ignoble Minds love to detract From th'Honour due to such a noble Act: On then, that after-ages may relate Your Service done to Country, King and State.

And though that envious Spirits spit their gall, Your noble Deeds are so well known to all, As if their malice should take from your praise, Your own deserts will crown your head with Bays.

By your Lordships most humble and faithful Servant, James Rollock.