Then if at last she find him fast beset, She issues forth, and runs along her loom: She joys to touch the captive in her net, And drags the little wretch in triumph home. The Belgians hop'd that, with disorder'd haste, Their numerous gross might charge us one by one. But with a fore-wind pushing them above, And swelling tide that heav'd them from below, O'er the blind flats our warlike squadrons move, And with spread sails to welcome battle go. It seem'd as there the British Neptune stood, To the pale foes they suddenly draw near, And summon them to unexpected fight: Now van to van the foremost squadrons meet, At length the adverse admirals appear: The two bold champions of each country's right: Their eyes describe the lists as they come near, And draw the lines of death before they fight. The distance judg'd for shot of every size, Fierce was the fight on the proud Belgians' side, But sharp remembrance on the English part, And seeming to be stronger makes them so. Nor long the Belgians could that fleet sustain, Which did two generals' fates, and Cæsar's bear : Each several ship a victory did gain, As Rupert or as Albemarle were there. Their batter'd admiral too soon withdrew, Unthank'd by ours for his unfinish'd fight: But he the minds of his Dutch masters knew, Who call'd that providence which we call'd flight. Never did men more joyfully obey, Or sooner understood the sign to fly : With such alacrity they bore away, As if, to praise them, all the States stood by. O famous leader of the Belgian fleet, Thy monument inscrib'd such praise shall wear, As Varro timely flying once did meet, Because he did not of his Rome despair. Behold that navy, which a while before Provok'd the tardy English close to fight; Whoe'er would English monuments survey, Or if too busily they will inquire Into a victory, which we disdain; Then let them know the Belgians did retire Repenting England this revengeful day To Philip's manes did an offering bring: England, which first, by leading them astray, Hatch'd up rebellion to destroy her king. Our fathers bent their baneful industry, To check a monarchy that slowly grew ; In Fortune's empire blindly thus we go, Whose dark resorts since Prudence cannot know, But whate'er English to the blessed shall go, Now on their coasts our conquering navy rides, Waylays their merchants, and their land besets; Each day new wealth without their care provides; They lie asleep with prizes in their nets. So close behind some promontory lie The huge leviathans t' attend their prey; And give no chace, but swallow in the fry, [way. Which through their gaping jaws mistake the Nor was this all in ports and roads remote, Destructive fires among whole fleets we send ; Triumphant flames upon the water float, And out-bound ships at home their voyage end. Those various squadrons variously design'd, Some bound for Guinea, golden sand to find, Bore all the gauds the simple natives wear : Some for the pride of Turkish courts design'd, For folded turbans finest Holland bear, Some English wool vex'd in a Belgian loom, Our greedy seamen rummage every hold, Smile on the booty of each wealthier chest, And, as the priests who with their gods make bold, Take what they like, and sacrifice the rest. But ah! how insincere are all our joys! [no stay: Which, sent from Heaven, like lightning make Their palling taste the journey's length destroys, Or grief sent post o'ertakes them on the way. Swell'd with our late successes on the foe, Which France and Holland wanted power to cross, We urge an unseen fate to lay us low, And feed their envious eyes with English loss. Each element his dread command obeys, Who makes or ruins with a smile or frown; Yet, London, empress of the northern clime, As when some dire usurper Heaven provides, And sets his cradle out of Fortune's way: Till, fully ripe, his swelling fate breaks out, Such was the rise of this prodigious Fire, Which in mean buildings first obscurely bred, From thence did soon to open streets aspire, And straight to palaces and temples spread. |