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Virgil lib. 8. LONDON : Printed , and are to be sold by Randall Taylor , near Stationers-Hall . 1691. A Pindarick POEM . I. CALM was the Ocean , as when first the Sun Blessing the new Creation , had begun , To prove the Makers power , and disperse Indulgent Beams arround the Infant Universe : Triumphant Neptune clear'd his stormy Brow , Curl'd his green dropping Locks , and now His Aged face with wanton smiling seem'd As if his present Joy , had his past years redeem'd About him throng'd in every place , Naereids and Trytons , all the Finny Race That many a Century of years had strove ; T' express their dutious Zeal and Love , Where-e're the Watry God his Chariot drove , Hush'd in the Calm of soft contentment lay , Some Danc'd , whilst others with the Sea Nymphs play , All pleas'd to see their Monarch smile , & the propitious day . II. For now Great Britains Glory 'gan t' appear , The Royal Navy here , Predestin'd blest , its glorious Course did Steer : Castles Impregnable , not made to yield , As when of old the hands of Gods did build ; Glide on the rowling Billows and make sport With each oposing surge , a Monarchs Court Is every Vessel , and in every Room Caesar might think himself at home , The Amorous Sails swell with the Winds that blow , And Woods of English Oak upon the Ocean grow , The Flower de Luce , and Type of English tame , When they the French did lame : Guilds every Flag , and in each Lyons eyes The Rage of our wrong'd Nation seems to rise ; To see what now they are , And heretofore we were ; When Martial Henry drove 'em to their Walls , And Royally reveng'd the mock of their proud Tennis-Balls . III. Britannia first the Empress of the Fleet , In awful pomp rides on each humble Wave ; Who forward Crowd with joy as pleas'd to meet : Her glorious Stern and mighty sides to Lave ; The Jocund Dolphins round about her Keel , Whene're the Martial Trumpets Sound ; The Charming Influence of Musick feel , And Dance an Antick Round ; Whilst on the Deck a Thousand Heroes are ; Valiant and young , true Natives , scorning fear , That Englands Ancient Blood , and Honour bear : And at their feet a hundred Brazen fates ; That kill as fast as Iove Creates : When their hot Balls of Death are flying on , T' Eclipse the great false Light of the proud Gallick Sun. IV. With Bloody Streamers Waving in the Wind , The Soveraign next does steer her graceful Course , Raising her Royal head , nor is behind Britannia for her bravery or Force ; Imperial State , Majestick like her Name , Reigns in each Motion , and do's nobly show , Her just disdain of an Invading Foe ; That dares affront her Country or her Fame . Next her the Phoenix London Booms along , The Lofty Theam of a fam'd Laureats Song : That like great Maro , best could treat of Kings ; And write in mighty numbers mighty things . The Great St. Andrew too in equal Rank ; Exalts her Glittering Prow ; Proud of her Walls of Oak , and Death defying Plank ; Altho they never did in Scotland grow ; And lastly , to fill up the glorious Line , The blest St. Michael , like her Name Divine ; Crown'd with auspicious Fortune comes , Gallia's inveterate Foe and Rome's . For as the Conquering Archangel fought , And th' Hellish Dragon to confusion brought ; That o're Mankind so prosperously prevails , So is she doom'd to rout and quell the Dragon of Versailles . V. And after these with spreading Sails appear , More wonders moving in a lower sphere , A noble Fleet of second and third Rates , Our Causes Bulwark and the States ; That our best brood of English bear , Heroes that hold their Honour as a Jem , Of rich , and of unpriz'd esteem ; And weigh each Vessel that for Empire strives , Dear as their darling Lives . The glorious Neptune , and the Vanguard bold The Sandwich fam'd for bravery of old ; The Royal Duke , and Valiant Ossory , The Beautious Dutchess , Mistriss of the Sea : The Dreadnought , and the Restauration , The Resolution , sworn to right the Nation ; And next as good as e're did Sayls unfurle , The great restorer of a Crown , the Loyal Albermarle . VI. With many more , sacred in deathless fame , And in their brave Commanders blest ; That scorn to play the last years wretched Game , Or fell their Honour for base Interest ; A noble courage swells each Martial heart , Whilst even each Coward Charm'd with secret shame , Grows stout in spite of fear , and acts a Heroes part ; To right his Country and redeem his fame , The hated thought of Gallick Tyranny . In every freeborn English Soul , Will just resentment raise to a degree , That all such baseness must controul ; And as we of a Noble Roman read , Who that his Country might be freed ; Bravely adventur'd , tho without reward , To stab a Tyrant amongst all his Guard. So rather than the French command our Sea , Or in sweet Albion Plant their hated Colony , From out our Navy , or our Power at Land , Some Son of Fame , some glorious Hand , No doubt the sacred Steel will draw , And gloriously acquire the Name of English Scaevola . VII . Thus in an Intellectual Vision lost , My sences charm'd with the inchanting view , A Scene , to equal which Apelles ne're could boast , And mighty Titian never drew ; Whilst long with Pleasure sated I survey'd The dazling Glory of the Sea , Where Naval Pomp in splendour lay , And Englands Grandeur was at large display'd , Methought the Watry God in state , Drew near the Royal Fleet , And with a Grace Majestick seem'd to greet , Her * that was honour'd with his Name , & we have mention'd late . His numerous train of lesser Deities , Around his shelly Chariot rowl'd , The Winds were hush'd , and not a Breeze Durst be so bold , To move the silent Waves ; but now , as if his Power Had doom'd the Marine World to rest that happy hour , No sound was heard through all his Scaly Guard du Ceur . VIII . On a high Rock that dash'd with Waves had stood , E're since th' Almighty ▪ Fiat made the Sea , And stemm'd the shock of the tempestuous flood , At whose deep root old Father Ocean lay , And to a hollow Cell had carv'd his wondrous way . Neptune advances , and to th' Aged Sire , ( Whom Joy uncommon did inspire , To see the Seas triumphant God , Honour the place of his abode ) Waving his sacred Trident , th' Father grac'd , And on the Rocks least Craggy part upon his right hand plac'd . Then full of Oracle the profound silence broke , And thus of his Lov'd Albion with Divine fury spoke . IX . Oh thou , the Garden of the Universe , Whose fame the Songs of Angels might disperse ; And Bards Divine , where Wit is most extream , And merit Wreaths of Lawrel from the mighty Theme . Thou lovely Park , where Herds of Kings may dwell Pal'd in with Sea , and be Invincible Thou blissful seat , which the Eternal made ( Untir'd with the Creating Trade ) Before the courser Mould had its decree , To form the common Herb , or Flower , or Tree . How oft from my profound recess below , Did I my sorrow shew ? Sorrow as great as possible could be , When Pity moves a Deity , To see my Darling Britain , my Lov'd Isle , Grow so Degenerate and Vile ; Sickning with Sloth , and baneful Luxury ; Her Credit lost to a degree Of Cowardise , and gross Stupidity : Whilst her insulting Neighbour Potent grows , And her once petty Foes , That some few Ages past , Gladly a Peace with her embrac'd : Whom her Immortal Kings , in former times , Have Conquer'd in their Native Climes ; Took Royal Prisoners in the Field , And to their own Conditions made them yield , And from the glittering Banner of their Crown , Taken the Impress to adorn her own . Now by her sloth undone , and treachery , Her Schism , Rebellion , and Impiety ; And by neglect in War so long remiss , Have given her Foes hope to possess , And her substantial Lyons win for th' Titular Fleu de Lice . X. Redeem , redeem , thy wretched loss of time , Redeem thy honour , mouldring as the Grave ; No longer doze and hug thy sluggish crime , But rouze , and sinking credit save . The Destinies are kind , the Book of Fate is fair , No blotted Omen does appear , But Influence benevolent crowns the auspicious year . Thy Wealth is mighty , and thy Navy great , And blushing Victory seems to wait , As Pre-ordain'd by Fate . The Powers too of my Empire all agree , From the vast Caverns of unfathom'd Sea , To assist Britains Cause espous'd by me . The Waves shall mount , and Winds shall rage , Rough Boreas shall the Foe ingage ; Who toss'd in fatal storms shall scatter far , Or blindly on themselves make War , Whilst Zephyrus , and every gentle Wind , Still to thy Fleet propitious are and kind , And on my watry Plain shall safely ride , Untroubled with a ruffling storm , or with a rowling tide . XI . And as the Natives on thy chalky shore , Behold with Joy thy Naval Power , Greater than Britain e're could boast before . Who if they Loyal service pay , And take no Bribes their Country to betray , Are strong enough to gain a universal sway . So Fame through thy Perspective let them see , Albions Felicity , Fix'd in her present Monarchs Bravery . Royal Nassaw , of whom to write is vain , 'T would blunt the ablest Pen , and crack the soundest Brain . Th' extreme of thought , adorn'd with nicest Wit , His character has never writ , Describe all good they can , they must leave something yet . Call him Deliverer , let * Eusebia kneel , And show the Wounds she did so lately feel , Unveil the bleeding breast his soveraign balm did heal . And then in Prayer her grateful homage shew , Still 't is a sacrifice too low . Or stile him Pious , Generous , Valiant , Wise , Who beyond Virgil's Muse , or soaring Pindar flyes , Will reach his Fame no more than Mole hills do the Skies . Strict Moral Vertue does his breast controul , And there reigns in him a true Kingly Soul. Not sway'd by Avarice or Luxury , Tyrannick Lust , nor poor Dogmatick Bigottry , But firm to Honour , true to his great trust , And to the meanest of his subjects Just· In time of War none readier than he , To hazard life in th' Field , or launch to Sea ; The Hunt of Glory is his chief delight , But careful that his cause is right , Upon French Principles Great Nassaw will not fight , But on just motives , with the first go on , And face the worst of dangers , like each private man ; His Royal heart mix with the common File ; Nor will he wear the Wreath , unless he share the toil . But to retrieve the glory of his Nation , Still pushes forward on each brave occasion , And his successful Valour proves Divine Predestination . XII . Next Reverend Father , lift thy Eyes ; And if the aged Opticks of thy sight , Can bear a Ray so bright , As never yet was rivall'd in the skies , See Gloriana sighting on the Throne ; Her Royal Lord the Faiths Defender gone . Observe how filial Piety , Loaded with State , and soveraign Dignity , The weighty pressure of a Crown ; The Peoples satisfaction not her own , Disturbs her sacred rest ; and anxious Care , Inveterate Foe to all the Fair , In th midst of her feign'd smiles still 〈◊〉 as chief , And shews true Beauty in a shrowd of grief . See how the scale of Justice wisely she commands , And holds the sword with guiltless hands : A perfect Angel in a double kind , For outward Grace and Vertues of her Mind . Her heart with Care of her great charge opprest , Still throbs within her heav'nly breast . She wishes Peace , but ah ! it will not be , The Lands Contagion spreads to that degree , 'T is only War can cure the hated Malady Yet in the midst of Wars alarms , It s hourly terrours , and impending harms , That discompose her mighty soul , And over all delights controul , Her Influencing eyes are still the same , And with their usual lustre flame ; Her face is all serene and fair , And tho Bellona may appear , Warring within her troubled heart , Love keeps his Revels there . XIII . Her Sister in the next bright sphere does move , Twin-like , in Vertue , Piety and Love ; The happy Mother to a brood of Kings , That shall in future times do wondrous things : And as like Heaven-born Sisters they agree , In all the points of sacred amity . So choicest blessings Providence bestows , And tho in different guifts , an equal bounty shews . To one a glorious Diadem , To th' other an unvalued Jem , A Happy Son , a young Illustrious Prince , That when the Gallick Insolence Shall cool , and Mighty Williams Annals fill , With Histories of Conquests there , as I presage they will , Shall march with his brave Sire , the Royal Dane , To summon Normandy , Poictieu and Mayne , And as our once known ancient right , Anjou and Aquitayne ; From such an Unkle , such a Father too , That Glorys brightest prize pursue . What may we not expect , When they our Arms direct ? What from their Conduct may not Albion do ? The first his Royal Word esteems beyond a Crown , And by their Words good Monarchs best are known . Nor can a Kings Divinity be true , Unless Word be not sacred too . This , this , is Caesars Maxime , he who now commands . The boldest Sons of Fame in Foreign Lands , Whilst Denmarks noble Prince as bravely here , Offers his blood ; and rather than not bear , In Britains danger , or its fame , a share , Resolves t' Ingage at Sea a Royal Volunteer . XIV . Thus spoke the Marine God , and all around , From the Rocks hollow Cells and Deeps profound , The listning Tritons rise , and shelly Trumpets sound , Attended with a numerous train Of scaly Mobble of the Main , Who swam in crowds to see that pompous show , A glorious City made of Castles , flow Then bloated with the News , Down to their Mansion Ooze , And distant fry , with Joy return again But amongst all that Neptunes speech had heard , And in attention had rever'd , Hoary Oceanus sat with most regard ; His awful Counsellour and Friend , That long since had his favour gain'd , For grateful service in his Love , When Ampitrite first did his hearts passion move . Who as she at the foot of Allas fate , Priding her self in her free Virgin state , Was by her Grandfire snatch'd away , And on a Dolphin forc'd to ride , Through the vast Empire of the Sea , To be deboachd into a Bribe· He , till the Marine Deity had done His late admir'd Oration , Withheld his smothering griefs ; but now Sighs taking vent , his bosom large did grow With sorrows , that he could no longer tame ; Which from his swelling breast at last , thus broke into a flame . XV. Great King of boundless floods , to whom was given Not only the great Empire of the Sea , But as a more peculiar Lott from Heaven , A Wisdom large as thy Imperial sway . Tho happy Albion in thy favour blest , Above all Nations may Exalt her head , A secret Pang torments my breast , To see how spiritless and dead The Natives are that throng her chalky shore , And how unlike their brood of Heroes heretofore . Glory was once the subject of their Arms , But now for Interest each faction swarms ; And Honour which each noble bosome sway'd , For Gold is barter'd , and become a Trade . Nay , even Religion grows sophisticate , And base dissenting schism of late , With errours jarring , set em all at strife ; They Preach up t'other , but they love this life . Even the most Reverend of the sacred Mystery , The weakest eyes may plainly see , Not proof against the luscious bait of tempting dignity . Why since their Soul and Flocks should be their care , Should worldly accidents their bosomes share , And sordid Lucre take possession there ? At least whilst sacred Providence , Allows a proper competence , Why should their obstinate and stubborn will Occasion to their Country so much ill , As in their Cause , to make vile fewds increase , And they themselves renounce the Type of Apostolick peace . XVI . In Court too 't is the same , Few there by Virtue purchase Fame , But he that best can over-reach , best plays the Courtiers game . The Politician tires his brains But for his own peculiar gains , His Countries Cause might sink , lost be the state , Had he not some by-ends of being great· Or should we search the Lawyers honesty , In knavish Courts of Common-Pleas , or couzning Chancery , You 'd find Integrity appear The worst of all the Causes there . Rich Mammons business shall not go amiss , But poor Phillemon sues in forma pauperis ; And tho his worth be great , shall seldom draw To aid him , the compassion of the Law. In Love too we the same defects behold , Hearts now are bought and sold ; The Man of sense , alas ! in vain does Wooe , Dull Ignorance with Gold , can Vertue far outdo , Be Merit ne're so great , or Passion ne're so true . Cinthia still chooses wealthiest Men , Th' ill fated fair one never looks within , Ne're asks how worthy , but how great ? What qualities , but what Estate ? And tho of gifts of fortune she 's possest , Enough to make some man of merit blest , Who would in grateful service waste his life T' oblige so generous a Wife ; And happiness that way secure , Which the Rich Husbands Gold can ne're assure . Yet land and titles bear the sway , Cinthia does Avarice obey ; And in her eye , how poorly does appear A thousand Vertues , when compar'd t' a thousand pounds a year . XVII . In all degrees of frail Humanity There must great Errors be ; But ah my aged sight in tears is lost , To think that Albion bears the most : The quality of every strange offence So much enrages Providence , That Mercy after Crimes so base Seems Imposition upon heavenly Grace . Observe what Jarrs , the bane of all content , Amongst themselves her Sons foment : Discord , that ushers doubts and fears , Is all the harmony she hears ; And hated broyls 'twixt friend and friend Brings each successive day to its sad end . Curst Bigottry began the Play , Then Revolution chang'd the scene , And brought a happy freedom in , Till stubborn Pride turn'd it a tragick way , And prov'd the humour of each Native there , Just like the nature of the Clime and Air. For as the Weather instantly Can change from hot to cold , from moist to dry , So they from Rebels can turn Loyal men , Set up a King and prove his Right , And for him Vote , and for him Fight , And at the least disgust can Rebels turn agen . XVIII . Mean time whilst schisms possess our frantick brains , His ends the Gallick tyrant gains : He the rich Prize away does bear , For which we one another tear . What can this Mighty Navy do , If only opulent in shew ? If Treason sculking lyes within , And they forget the Name of English Men , A scene of Glory they may idly boast , But see with shame their Country lost I' th' contrary , if Loyal Vertue warms Their Valiant hearts , and they dare use their Arms , If they the difference can see 'Twixt free-born right and slavery ; The French may well repent their Insolence once more , And never hope t' adorn their brows with Lawrels from our shore . XIX . Thus spoke the Reverend Father , to whom strait The awful God reply'd , Well has thy tongue describ'd poor Albion's state , And Cause of Gallick Pride ; But now in great Nassaws Illustrious Reign , The Martial Genius does return again ; Her Sons no longer Lazy Peace esteem , The souls of Edward and great Henry live in him . Henry and William fated are the same ; There 's a Prophetick force even in the Name , Which does Mysteriously shew , The latter like the first shall Conquer too . Time lately was when sloth and ease , The Poyson to their English Blood , And curst destroyer of their good , Worse than the Plague , was their disease . But now their Fortune rises to a nobler height , Under great William prosperously they fight ; Bigotted Rulers their disgrace still brings , The dull and tame , Ne're reach to fame ; A Martial Race thrive best with Martial Kings . So , as in Numa's sluggish Reign , Forgetful Rome dissolv'd in ease , The valiant Ancus did her fame regain , And War succeeded drowsie Peace : Their brave new Monarch a fresh game began , And boldly led the Latins on : Glory renew'd , the haughty Gauls did bow , So arm'd with strong fidelity , Their troops on shore , and power at Sea ; Courage that shall in fight renew , And my auspicious blessing too , As powerful Rome did then , shall mighty Albion now . XX. Thus ending with an air divinely great , The Deity rose up and blest the Fleet ; At which the Sea-Gods from the shore , The blessing twice repeating or'e , With shouts confirm'd , and th' Chariot strait prepare ; For now the soultry Air , Began t' offend th' scaly Fry , And Naereids gasping fret , for fear their Fins should dry , Their Monarch plunging through the Sea , Down to his Palace , drives a long mysterious way , Through watry Provinces where Nature lyes 'Mongst undiscover'd Rarities . Oceanus too , on his Sea Pacer plac'd , To his low home made haste ; Who whilst th' attending Train each to his Mansion dives , Full forty thousand Fathom deep , the Sire at last arrives . FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A37004-e170 * The Neptune 2d . Rate . * Church .