So here some pick out bullets from the sides, With boiling pitch another near at hand, From friendly Sweden brought, the seams instops: Which, well paid o'er, the salt sea waves withstand, And shakes them from the rising beak in drops. Some the gall'd ropes with dawby marline bind Our careful monarch stands in person by, His new-cast cannons' firmness to explore: Each day brings fresh supplies of arms and men, The goodly London in her gallant trim, The Phenix, daughter of the vanish'd old, Like a rich bride does to the ocean swim, And on her shadow rides in floating gold. Her flag aloft spread ruffling to the wind, And sanguine streamers seem the flood to fire: The weaver, charm'd with what his loom design'd, Goes on to sea, and knows not to retire. With roomy decks, her guns of mighty strength, Whose low-laid mouths each mounting billow laves: Deep in her draught, and warlike in her length, This martial present, piously design'd, The loyal city give their best-lov'd king: And with a bounty ample as the wind, Built, fitted, and maintain’d, to aid him bring. By viewing Nature, Nature's handmaid, Art, Makes mighty things from small beginnings grow: Thus fishes first to shipping did impart, Their tail the rudder, and their head the prow. Some log perhaps upon the waters swam, In shipping such as this, the Irish kern, And untaught Indian on the stream did glide : Ere sharp-keel'd boats to stem the flood did learn, Or fin-like oars did spread from either side. Add but a sail, and Saturn so appear'd, Rude as their ships was navigation then ; No useful compass or meridian known; Coasting, they kept the land within their ken, And knew no north but when the Pole-star shone. Of all who since have us'd the open sea, Than the bold English none more fame have won: Beyond the year, and out of Heaven's high way, They make discoveries where they see no Sun. But what so long in vain, and yet unknown, The ebbs of tides and their mysterious flow, Whose paths shall be familiar as the land. Instructed ships shall sail to quick commerce, Where some may gain, and all may be supply'd. Then we upon our globe's last verge shall go, This I foretell from your auspicious care, Who great in search of God and Nature grow; Who best your wise Creator's praise declare, Since best to praise his works is best to know. O truly royal! who behold the law And rule of beings in your Maker's mind: But first the toils of war we must endure, And from th' injurious Dutch redeem the seas: War makes the valiant of his right secure, And gives up fraud to be chastis'd with ease. Already were the Belgians on our coast, Whose fleet more mighty every day became By late success, which they did falsely boast, And now by first appearing seem'd to claim. Designing, subtle, diligent, and close, They knew to manage war with wise delay: Yet all those arts their vanity did cross, And by their pride their prudence did betray. Nor staid the English long; but well supply'd, There was the Plymouth squadron now come in, Which in the Straits last winter was abroad; Which twice on Biscay's working bay had been, And on the midland sea the French had aw'd. Old expert Allen, loyal all along, Fam'd for his action on the Smyrna fleet : Holmes, the Achates of the general's fight; The tempting fruits of Afric did unfold. With him went Sprag, as bountiful as brave, Young Hollis on a Muse by Mars begot, His right hand doubly to his left succeeds. Thousands were there in darker fame that dwell, Whose deeds some nobler poem shall adorn : And though to me unknown, they sure fought well, Whom Rupert led, and who were British born. Of every size an hundred fighting sail : So vast the navy now at anchor rides, That underneath it the press'd waters fail, And with its weight it shoulders off the tides. Now, anchors weigh'd, the seamen shout so shrill, That Heaven and Earth and the wide Ocean rings : A breeze from westward waits their sails to fill, The wary Dutch this gathering storm foresaw, So the false spider, when her nets are spread, |