INSTRUCTIONS to a PAINTER
FOR THE
Drawing of a Picture of the state and posture
OF THE
English Forces at Sea,
Under the Command of his Royal Highness in the Conclusion
of the year 1664.
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FIrst Draw the Sea, that portion which between,
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The greater World, and this of ours is seen:
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Here place the British, there the Holland Fleet,
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Vast floating Armies, both prepar'd to meet.
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Draw the whole World, expecting who shall Raign
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After this Combat, o're the conquer'd Mayn;
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Make Heav'n concern'd, and an unusual Star
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Declare th' importance of th' approaching War.
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Make the Sea shine with Gallantry, and all
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The English Youth flock to their Admiral
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The valiant DUKE, whose early Deeds abroad
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Such Rage in Fight, and Art in Conduct show'd.
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His bright Sword, now, a dearer Int'rest draws,
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His Brothers Glory, and his Country's Cause.
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Let thy bold Pencil Hope and Courage spread
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Through the whole Navy by his Highness led;
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Make all appear, where such a Prince is by,
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Resolv'd to Conquer, or resolv'd to Dye.
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With his Extraction and Heroick mind,
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Make the proud Sails swell more than with the wind.
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Preventing Cannon, make his lowder Fame
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Check the Batavians, and their fury Tame.
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So hungry Wolves, though greedy of their Prey,
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Stop, when they find a Lyon in their way.
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Make him be-stride the Ocean, and man-kind
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Ask his consent to use the Sea and Wind:
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While his tall Ships in the bar'd Chanel stand,
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He grasps the Indies in his Armed hand.
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Paint an East-wind, and make it blow away
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Th' excuse of Holland, for their Navies stay;
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Make them look pale, and the bold Prince to shun,
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Through the cold North, and Rocky Regions run;
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To find the Coast, where morning first appears
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By the Dark Pole, the wary Belgian stears,
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Confessing now he dreads the English more
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Than all the dangers of a frozen Shoar;
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While, from our Arms, security to find,
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They fly so far they leave the Day behind.
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Describe their Fleet abandoning the Sea,
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And all their Merchants left a wealthy Prey.
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Our first success in War, make Bacchus crown,
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And half the Vintage of the year our own;
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The Dutch their Wine, and all their Brandy lose,
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Dis-arm'd of that from which their Courage grows.
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While the glad English to relieve their Toyl,
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In Healths to their great Leader drink the spoyl.
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His high Command to Africks Coast extend,
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And make the Moor before the English bend;
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Those barb'rous Pyrats, willingly receive
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Conditions, such as we are pleas'd to give.
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Within those Streights make Hollands Smyrna Fleet,
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With a small Squadron of the English meet;
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Like Falcons these, those like a numerous Flock,
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Of scattering Fowl, which would avoid the shock.
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There Paint Confusion in a various shape,
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Some sink, some yield, and flying some escape;
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Europe and Africa from either Shoar
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Spectators are, and hear our Cannon roar.
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While the divided World in this agree,
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Men that fight so, deserve to rule the Sea.
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