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Of all who fince have us'd the open fea,
Than the bold English none more fame have won :
But what fo long in vain, and yet unknown,
The ebbs of tides and their myfterious flow,
Whofe paths fhall be familiar as the land.
Inftructed fhips fhall fail to quick commerce,
Where fome may gain, and all may be fupply'd.
Then we upon our globe's last verge fhall go,
This 1 foretel from your aufpicious care,
Who great in fearch of God and nature grow;
O truly royal! who behold the law
And rule of beings in your maker's mind: And thence, like limbecs, rich ideas draw, To fit the levell'd ufe of human-kind.
But firft the toils of war we must endure,
And from the injurious Dutch redeem the feas.
Already were the Belgians on our coaft,
Designing, fubtle, diligent and close,
They knew to manage war with wife delay Yet all thofe arts their vanity did cross,
And by their pride their prudence did betray.
Nor ftaid the English long; but well fupply'd,
There was the Plymouth fquadron now come in,
Old expert Allen 9, loyal all along,
Fam'd for his action on the Smyrna fleet:
9 Sir Thomas Allen Admiral of the white.
Holmes, the Achates of the general's fight;
The tempting fruits of Afric did unfold.
With him went Spragge 2, as bountiful as brave,
Young 3 Hollis on a mufe by Mars begot,
Born, Cæfar like, to write and act great deeds: Impatient to revenge his fatal fhot,
His right hand doubly to his left fucceeds.
Thousands were there in darker fame that dwell,
Of every fize an hundred fighting fail:
So vaft the navy now at anchor rides,
i Holmes the Achates of the, &c. Sir Robert Holmes was rear-admiral of the white, called the Achates from his eagerness to fupport the general. Achates was the faithful companion of Æneas. For an illuftration of the two last lines of this ftanza, see our notes to the Satire on the Dutch.
2 With him went Spragge, &c. Sir Edward Spragge served under Sir Jeremiah Smith, who carried the blue flag: he was drowned paffing from one ship to another, in a fight with Van Tromp, on the eleventh of Auguft, 1672, bearing the character of a gallant officer, and an accomplished gentleman.
3 Captain Hollis, of the Antelope fhip of war, loft a hand in this memorable fight to his writings 1 confefs myfelf a franger. I be
Now anchors weigh'd the feamen fhout fo fhrill,
The wary Dutch this gathering form forefaw,
So the false spider, when her nets are spread,
Then if at laft fhe find him faft befet,
She iffues forth and runs along her loom : She joys to touch the captive in her net,
And drag the little wretch in triumph home.
The Belgians hop'd, that with diforder'd hafte,
Their numerous grofs might charge us one by one. 183.
But with a fore-wind pufhing them above,
And swelling tide that heav'd them from below, O'er the blind flats our warlike fquadrons move, And with spread fails to welcome battle go.
It seem'd as there the British Neptune flood,
And with his trident fhov'd them off the fand.
lieve it is the fame person who commanded the Cambridge under the name of Sir Fretchville Hollis, in 1672, when he was killed in another fea-fight with the Dutch,
To the pale foes they fuddenly draw near,
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 lifts as they come near, And draw the lines of death before they fight.
The distance judg'd for fhot of every fize,
Fierce was the fight on the proud Belgians fide,
But fharp remembrance on the English part,
Nor long the Belgians could that fleet sustain,
Which did two generals fates, and Cæfar's bear: Each feveral fhip a victory did gain,
As Rupert or as Albemarle were there.