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In the Tear 1626.

HERE-e'er thy Navy fpreads her canvas
Wings,

Homage to thee, and Peace to all fhe
brings;

The French and Spaniard, when thy Flags

appear,

Forget their Hatred, and consent to fear.

So Jove, from Ida, did both Hofts furvey,
And, when he pleas'd to Thunder, part the Fray.
Ships heretofore in Seas like Fishes fped,

The Mightiest still upon the Smallest fed.

Thou on the Deep imposest nobler Laws,

And by that Juftice hast remov'd the Cause
Of those rude Tempefts, which for Rapine fent,
Too oft, alas, involv'd the Innocent.

Now fhall the Ocean, as thy Thames, be free
From both thofe Fates, of Storms, and Piracy:
But we most Happy, who can fear no Force
But winged Troops, or Pegafean Horse:
"Tis not fo hard for greedy Foes to spoil
Another Nation, as to touch our Soil.
Shou'd Nature's Self invade the World again,
And o'er the Center fpread the liquid Main;
Thy Pow'r were safe, and her deftructive Hand
Wou'd but enlarge the Bounds of thy Command:
Thy dreadful Fleet would style Thee Lord of all,
And ride in Triumph o'er the drowned Ball.
Those Tow'rs of Oak o'er fertile Plains might go,
did
And vifit Mountains where they once grow.
The World's Reftorer never cou'd endure,

That finifh'd Babel fhou'd those Men fecure,
Whose Pride defign'd that Fabrick to have stood
Above the reach of fecond Flood:
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To Thee his Chofen more indulgent, He

Dares trust fuch Pow'r with so much Piety.

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Of the Danger His Majefty (being Prince)
Efcaped in the Road at St. André.
In the Year 1621.

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And reacht the Sphere of his own Pow'r the

With British Bounty in his Ship he Feasts
Th Hefperian Princes, his amazed Guests,
To find that watry Wilderness exceed
The Entertainment of their great Madrid.
Healths to both Kings, attended with the Roar
Of Cannons eccho'd from th'affrighted Shoar,
With loud Refemblance of his Thunder prove
Bacchus the Seed of Cloud-compelling Jove.
While to his Harp Divine Arion fings

The Loves and Conquefts of our Albion Kings.
Of the Fourth Edward was his Noble Song;
Fierce, Goodly, Valiant, Beautiful and Young:
He rent the Crown from vanquifht Henry's Head:
Rais'd the white Rofe, and trampled on the Red;
'Till Love, triumphing o'er the Victor's Pride,
Brought Mars and Warwick to the Conquer'd fide:
Neglected Warwick (whose bold Hand, like Fate,
Gives and refumes the Scepter of our State)
Wooes for his Master, and, with double Shame,
Himself deluded, mocks the Princely Dame,

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The Lady Bona; whom juft Anger burns;

And Foreign War with Civil Rage returns.
Ah spare your Swords, where Beauty is to blame;
Love gave th' Affront, and must repair the fame:
When France fhall boaft of her, whofe conqu'ring Eyes
Have made the best of English Hearts their Prize;
Have Pow'r to alter the Decrees of Fate,

And change again the Counfels of our State.
What the Prophetick Mufe intends, alone
To him that feels the fecret Wound is known,
With the sweet sound of this harmonious Lay
About the Keel delighted Dolphins play ;
Too fure a fign of Seas enfuing Rage,
Which muft anon this Royal Troop engage:
To whom foft Sleep feems more fecure and sweet,
Within the Town commanded by our Fleet.
These mighty Peers plac'd in the gilded Barge,
Proud with the Burden of fo fweet a Charge:
With painted Oars the Youths begin to sweep
Neptune's fmooth Face, and cleave the yielding Deep,
Which foon becomes the feat of fudden War
Between the Wind and Tide, that fiercely jar:

As when a fort of lufty Shepherds try

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Their Force at Foot-ball, care of Victory
Makes them falute fo rudely Breaft to Breast,
That their Encounter feems too rough for jeft;
They ply their Feet, and still the restlefs Ball
Toft to and fro is urged by them all:

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So fares the doubtful Barge 'twixt Tide and Winds:
And like effect of their Contention finds.

Yet the bold Britains still securely row'd;

Charles and his Virtue was their facred Load:

Than which a greater pledge Heav'n could not give,
That the good Boat his Tempest should out-live.
But Storms encrease, and now no hope of grace
Among them fhines, fave in the Prince's Face;
The reft refign their Courage, Skill and Sight,
To Danger, Horror, and unwelcome Night.

The gentle Veffel, wont with State and Price
On the fmooth back of Silver Thames to ride,
Wanders aftonish'd in the
angry Main,

As Titan's Car did, while the golden Rein
Fill'd the Young Hand of his advent'rous Son,
When the whole World an equal hazard run
To this of ours, the Light of whofe Defire
Waves threaten now, as that was scar'd by Fire,
Th'impatient Sea grows impotent, and raves,
That (Night affifting) his impetuous Waves
Should find Resistance from fo light a thing;
These Surges ruin, those our Safety bring.
Th'oppreffed Veffel doth the Charge abide;
Only because affail'd on every fide;

So Men with Rage and Paffion fet on fire,
Trembling for hafte, impeach their mad Defire.
The pale Iberians had expir'd with Fear;
But that their Wonder did divert their Care;