A PANEGYRIC TO His Highness' Prince RUPERT, ON His present Expedition with His Majesty's NAVY ROYAL against the DUCHESS.  
Arma VIRVMque cano—  

GReat PRINCE! to whose unwearied Pains and Care  
England Eternal Monuments must rear  
Of Gratitude, as having found in YOU  
At once her Nestor and Ach●lles too:  
Whose Grave Advice does fi●st our Factions c●se,  
And then your Matchless Ar● subdues our Foes.  
Permit an Humble Muse your Fame to greet,  
And with your Canvas spread a Votive Sheet,  
Predicting Victory: Assured no less,  
RUPERT Commanding warranteth success.  
RUPERT, that Glorious Name, wherein we have  
Whatever's Prudent, Valiant, Great, or Brave;  
In whom Nature all past Hero's does sum,  
And Copies sets to those that are to come.  
With such a Chief and such a Navy blest,  
As never yet the Ocean's Surface pressed,  
For strength, for courage and for number too,  
What is't we may not ●ai●ly hope to do?  
Especially upon a Cause so Just,  
As might to Providence and Cock●b●a●s trust:  
Though thanks to Heaven a Moving Wood, we see,  
Covers the bosom of our Narrow Sea;  
A Floating Island, that seems to surpass  
Denmark and Dantzick for full choice of Masts:  
As if that Womb of Ships (Forest of Dean)  
Into the Ocean now had shisted Scene.  
Fancy no more Fond hogen's to su●prise  
Us with Fair Words and Foul Advantages;  
Nor hope a doubtful Treaties sly pretence  
Shall gull us to omit needful Def●nce.  
We'll parley A●m'd, and if you Deaf remain  
To Reason still, and our Just Terms disdain,  
We'll Boar your Ears with Thunder, till you cease  
Your haughty Pride, and humbly beg for Peace.  
See how Fate to your Ruin does advance,  
The English Valour, and Fury of France.  
Vessel● of such a bulk! we may maintain  
That Wo●den Mountain's Dance upon the Main.  
Their state●y R●gging charm the gazing eye;  
But with what horror and stupidity  
Must you receive that Dread Salute that comes  
From gaping Entrails of their Numerous Guns!  
Whose language speaks Confusion; and their breath  
Impregnates Air with Sentences of death;  
Outroaring Thunder with their Frightful Sounds,  
Which every Wave to neighbouring Shores rebounds,  
Like to unhinge the Poles, and dash the Spheres,  
In shatters about trembling Atlas ears.  
Those Fatal Peals Heaven hath designed well,  
To ring your Hogen Mogen Stateships Knell.   

Zerxes his Chains were but a Foolery;  
Such Fleets alone the Seas in Fetters tie:  
Man'd with stout Seamen yielding to no stroke;  
For (like their Ships) their Hearts are Trusty Oak.  
Spain's King, that formerly Surnamed His  
INVINCIBLE, how would he christian This!  
To which that proud Armado was no more  
Than Shoals of Fisher-boats crept from the Shore.  
Let none repine that Bacon's Art did fail;  
His Brazen to these Wooden Walls must veil.   

May Sa●red CHARLES have always such a Fleet,  
Encroaching Foes to prostrate at his Feet,  
And never want such Arguments as these  
T' assert his Right unto the Narrow Seas.   
FINIS.   

LONDON, Printed for Jonathan Edwin, at the Three Roses in Ludgate Street, 1673.