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.  

First Draw the Sea, that portion which between,  
The greater World, and this of ours is seen:  
Here place the British, there the Holland Fleet,  
Vast floating Armies, both prepared to meet.   

Draw the whole World, expecting who shall Reign  
After this Combat, o'er the conquered Main;  
Make Heaven concerned, and an unusual Star  
Declare th' importance of th' approaching War.   

Make the Sea shine with Gallantry, and all  
The English Youth flock to their Admiral  
The valiant DUKE, whose early Deeds abroad  
Such Rage in Fight, and Art in Conduct showed.  
His bright Sword, now, a dearer Interest draws,  
His Brother's Glory, and his Country's Cause.   

Let thy bold Pencil Hope and Courage spread  
Through the whole Navy by his Highness led;  
Make all appear, where such a Prince is by,  
Resolved to Conquer, or resolved to Dye.   

With his Extraction and Heroic mind,  
Make the proud Sails swell more than with the wind.  
Preventing Cannon, make his louder Fame  
Check the Batavians, and their fury Tame.  
So hungry Wolves, though greedy of their Prey,  
Stop, when they find a Lion in their way.   

Make him be-stride the Ocean, and mankind  
Ask his consent to use the Sea and Wind:  
While his tall Ships in the barred Channel stand,  
He grasps the Indies in his Armed hand.   

Paint an East-wind, and make it blow away.  
Th' excuse of Holland, for their Navies stay;  
Make them look pale, and the bold Prince to shun,  
Through the cold North, and Rocky Regions run;  
To find the Coast, where morning first appears  
By the Dark Pole, the wary Belgian stears,  
Confessing now he dreads the English more  
Than all the dangers of a frozen Shoar;  
While, from our Arms, security to find,  
They fly so far they leave the Day behind.   

Describe their Fleet abandoning the Sea,  
And all their Merchants left a wealthy Prey.   

Our first success in War, make Bacchus' crown,  
And half the Vintage of the year our own;  
The Dutch their Wine, and all their Brandy lose,  
Disarmed of that from which their Courage grows.  
While the glad English to relieve their Toil,  
In Healths to their great Leader drink the spoil.   

His high Command to Africks' Coast extend,  
And make the Moor before the English bend;  
Those barbarous Pirates, willingly receive  
Conditions, such as we are pleased to give.   

Within those straits make Holland's Smyrna Fleet,  
With a small Squadron of the English meet;  
Like Falcons these, those like a numerous Flock,  
Of scattering Fowl, which would avoid the shock.   

There Paint Confusion in a various shape,  
Some sink, some yield, and flying some escape;  
Europe and Africa from either Shoar  
Spectators are, and hear our Cannon roar.   

While the divided World in this agree,  
Men that fight so, deserve to rule the Sea.    

LONDON; Printed in the Year 1665.