Further Advice TO A PAINTER. OR, Directions to draw the Late Engagement Aug. 11 th'. 1673.  Hor. de art Poet. 
— Pictoribus atque Poetis,  
Quidlibet audiendi semper fuit aequa potestas.  
LONDON, Printed for R. Vaughan in the Little Old Bailie, 1673.   

Another Advice to a PAINTER; OR, Directions how to draw the Late Engagement, August 11 th'. 1673.  
PAinter, prepare thy Pencil yet once more,  
And taking Prospect from the Belgian Shore,  
Draw me Two Royal Fleets, conjoined in one,  
Ready to part that Stake that's to be won;  
Cover the Sea, and all their Squadrons draw  
In such thick Forests as the Sun ne'er saw:  
Thence back into the Land casting thy Eye,  
Draw all the Beacons flaming in the Sky;  
And, if thou canst, draw the confused Roar  
Of People running to defend their shore:  
Paint all that Fear and Consternation can  
Raise in the Visage of despairing Man,  
And let the Figures a proportion hold  
With Mother's losing Sons, and Misers Gold.  
But e'er these Colours in the life thou lay,  
Turn thy designing Face another way;  
Look from the South-West Coast there creeps along  
An Adverse Fleet, as numerous and as strong;  
Wary, yet Bold, who long concealed had lain  
Fenced in by Sands, the Citadels o'th' Main;  
But grieved to see their Country thus oppressed,  
Like Lions roused, come rampant from their rest,  
Stretching for strength; And as along they stand,  
Refresh their men, and check their fears on Land;  
Who heartened thus, on Board in Clusters croued  
To have a share in their defence grown proud,  
Vowing to chase these Objects of their fear,  
And make them for their Insolence pay dear:  
" Cowards will turn if you too hard pursue;  
" Then think what Courage in Despair will do.  
Now Painter close the Scenes, and show thy Skill,  
Teaching thy Pencil some hid Arts to kill;  
Look how the Royal Fleets stand both prepared  
To act so much more than the Assailors dared;  
That lest they should in Courage seem behind,  
Rather than wave the Fight, they'll lose the Wind.  
But least the Blood and Horror thou must paint,  
In such a dismal Fight, should make thee faint,  
Spread some few dashes over like a Cloak,  
And hide these Cruel Scenes in Fire and Smoke:  
Only be kind to every Gust that blew,  
And then some Brave Commander set in view.  
First draw D'Estrees appointed to receive  
The Charge that Furious Bankaert came to give;  
Bankaert who led the Zealand Force that day,  
Who used to be the first that forced their way;  
But with that glory they must now dispense,  
The White Flag carried so much Innocence,  
That maugre all opposure it could find,  
D'Estrees 'tis said charged through and Gained the Wind;  
There bravely daring his Proud Foe he stays,  
And all the Terror of the Fight surveys;  
" Thus Hawks by hover o'er their heads would fright  
" The hardy Bustard which they doubt to strike.  
Yet Estivall by Partial Canon fell,  
And proved not like his Ship Invincible,  
Bevilly, Sepville, daily, many more,  
Gave all the marks undaunted courage wore:  
But see what 'tis to fight against Thick-skinned Dutch,  
They seemed not t'have received the smallest touch:  
" Thus Felons marked with a cold Brand, will shout,  
" Clap their mouth too't, and quickly bite it out.  
The Prince could not the like advantage find,  
For subtle Ruyter kept too close the Wind;  
Ruyter, who long his Country's Guard has been,  
Piecing their Lion's tail with his Fox-skin,  
The Fabius of the Holland Commonwealth,  
Hover in clouds and charging foes by stealth;  
Who making Victory his only aim,  
Judges aright, Advantage is no shame;  
Therefore for it with settled courage waits,  
Then acts his part, and leaves the rest to fates.  
So now his Canon on the Prince he plies,  
Who briskly fights, though seemingly he flies;  
And whilst De Ruyter presses in his wake,  
Against so much odds such fierce returns does make,  
As all th' Assailors fury does Outdo;  
For who dare Charge the Prince and Sovereign too.  
" The wary on advantage fight secure,  
" But he is brave dare their assaults endure;  
The Prince does more, he turns and Canon vies,  
And with his louder Roar rends the Skves;  
Piercing the Winds, De Ruyter's sides he galls;  
But here the brave La Neve untimely falls;  
And Reeves greedy of Honour, does obtain  
It, at no less a rate, but much more pain.  
Mean while the Prince is so encompassed round,  
That Echoes subalternately rebound  
From either side, Nor is his Stern-chace free,  
" Glory and Danger still Companions be.  
As a Fierce Lioness pressed to a bay,  
Surrounded by the Hunters every way,  
Eager to save her Young she knows hard by,  
And fears to danger may exposed lie,  
Doth with her Horrid Roar fill the Air,  
Making her Tail and Sides the Consort bear,  
With Love and with Disdain Enraged grows,  
And at one Onsett Horse and Man o'rethrow's  
Whatever dares Oppose her Fury, dies,  
And through all Hazards to their aid she flies.  
So the Brave PRINCE having amazed his Foe,  
And knowing well the Care that Generals owe  
To their whole Fleet, whose Safety does depend  
On Vigilance, looks out whom to defend;  
And first does down to Valiant Chicheley steer,  
Hard set by Two Vice-admirals' and a Rear;  
Soon clearing him, he forward takes his way,  
Where all the Stress of this Great Battle lay,  
Where Right to Worlds, rather than to the Flag,  
Seemed hard disputed between Trump and Spragg.  
" Oh Painter! couldst thou find a Secret art  
" To draw this Fight toth' life in every part,  
" To separate the Fire from the Smoke,  
" And clear those Clouds which do great Actions choke,  
" The famed Apelles should thy Vassal be,  
" And Angelo, his Pencil yield to thee.  
All that have heard from the loud voice of Fame,  
Of Mighty Trumpets and Spraggs once greater Name,  
Been told the Several Hazards they have run;  
The Battles One has lost, and t'other won;  
Both bravely, both with utmost Valour done;  
Cannot but think when they were once engaged,  
The Elements themselves must seem enraged;  
" As Friends, turned Rivals in a Female suit,  
" Make jealousy from Kindness spread its root;  
" Rivals in Honour the same course pursue,  
" And love that Glory which they would undo.  
Thus Spragg and Trump with Equal Souls Endowed,  
Thought each to th'others Glory seemed a cloud:  
Both Hearts of proof, but with this difference, Spragg  
Could only act, Trump can both act and brag.  
Draw them then, Painter, as they did Engage  
In Flames their Thirsty Honour to assuage,  
Draw Bullets making through each others side,  
Harbours, where Shallops might in safety ride:  
Till Trump at last a furious Chain-shot flings,  
Gives Spragg the Check, and cuts away his wings;  
But make him still the Battle to renew,  
By changing Ship, and forcing Trump to't too.  
But Painter, now th'unlucky Pencil burn,  
Or in unhappy sables let it mourn,  
Cursed be those shot so fatally did range.  
To force brave Spragg unto a second Change:  
And Trump himself, if he's to Honour true,  
Will Execrate that hand the Bullet threw;  
Which led by fate did through the St. George fly,  
And made an Admiral in a Cockboat die.  
Trump Ignorant of his Rival's Fate, still plies  
To burn the unwinged Ship, or make it Prize,  
Briskly he does on its Defendants bear,  
But found, alas! that OSSORY was there;  
He knew his Courage, and from Fame had learned  
How Brave he was, and yet how unconcerned:  
Thought it no blemish if Retreat he made  
Before that Valour, Honour only swayed.  
Yet ere he parts the Henrietta Yatch  
The last Effects was of his Fury taught;  
This little Vessel full of Spirit, Gay  
Without, as any Lady of the May;  
Within Decked with a Valiant Soul, whose Heart  
Could not admit him from his Adm'ral part;  
His Love adventring past his Strength, is drenched,  
And in the briny Wave his Passion quenched.  
Poor Triumph! where the odds so mighty were;  
Yet Amsterdam shall make't a Man of War,  
Kill all were saved, but ne'er tell how the rest  
Strove to revenge so small a thing oppressed.  
Kempthorne who in all Fights has Wonders wrought,  
Sends a large Ship to Neptune for a draught;  
Whilst Washbourn thinking that did not suffice  
To his Libation adds a Sacrifice▪  
But who can every single Action tell,  
Each strove in Fight each other to excel;  
And though describing it exceed all Art,  
Yet Haward, Courtney, jenning's, felt the smart.  
In short, these did what ever Men could do,  
But wished in vain Others had done so too.  
Mean while the Prince again renews the Fight,  
And holds it on till the approaching Night:  
And now afresh were Acts of Horror done,  
Till the Dutch, tired with the declining Sun,  
Did by a swift Retreat to their own Coast  
Confess they had but little cause to boast,  
Acknowledging the sum of all their gain,  
Was Two Brave Captains and Three Admirals slain.  
But when they hear how Spragg and Reeves are gone,  
They'll think our Valour still by theirs Outdone.  
Now Painter do but draw some few strokes more,  
But change thy Fancy from the Sea to Shore,  
Draw me a City Coffeehouse, and there  
Let all the tattling crowd in rounds appear,  
Venting according to each several Vein,  
The Malice or the Whimsy of their Brain;  
Let one accuse our Courage, t'other show  
How thus it might be done, or so, or so:  
Whilst yet so Dull and Ignorant they be,  
Except in Paint, they ne'er saw Ship nor Sea;  
But if those Madbrained Fools appear in sight,  
Who yet dare argue that the Dutch won't fight,  
And of their Folly won't convicted be,  
Draw me an Act to send them all to Sea.  
FINIS