Upon the Death of the truly Valiant and Magnanimous SR CHRISTOPH: MINNS WOUNDED AT SEA.  

TIME break thy Glass! Why should we longer stay!  
Beat a Dead March, our Captain leads the Way.  
He who so oft from the Batavian Brow  
Had snatched the conquered Palm away, see how  
He lays,— a piece of Earth; unfit to wield  
The Warlike Weapon or to hug the Shield!   

No sooner had the black-mouthed Ordinance  
With Hellbred Flames, and big with Flemish (hot shot)  
Spit forth its Venim'd blasts, enough to make  
The well compacted Universe to shake,  
But strait the Waves (supposing thou wert dead)  
Leapt up to catch the Airy Substance fled;  
Th' expecting Ocean, waits to have thy Tomb  
An Everlasting Trophy, in her Womb;  
That Jewels might invest thee, and thy Bones  
Be Metamorphized into precious Stones;  
Each drop of Blood should into Rubies turn,  
And serve to deck thy well enamelled Urn.  
Whilst that the Sympathising Dolphins stay  
Longing to bear their welcomed Guest away.  
But least that Corpse that did so Bravely Diego  
Should underneath the Waves forgotten lie,  
And find no other Funerals, no Grave  
But what was then bestowed on every Slave,  
In pity Gentler Fate to us has given  
Thy Body, and returned thy Soul to Heaven.  
If there be any place above the rest  
Thy brave Herocik Soul shall be possessed  
O● its Immortal Glories, and thy Name  
Still warbled forth by never dying Fame:  
There Warriors Garlands shall thy Temples Crown  
Free from the blasts of Fate, or Envies Frown;  
Instead of Bloody Scars thy battered Face.  
Shall be environed with a Nobler Grace.  
Nor canst thou Die, but art Transcendent grown  
And challengest the World as if thine own;  
Who hast (to do thy Native Country Good)  
Been Prodigal of Fortune, Life and Blood.   

Methinks I see another Star appear  
Brighter than Mars and in a Nobler Sphere,  
Whose Warlike Influence shall make the Fire  
Of the undaunted Britain's mount up higher  
In future Ages, and the World shall know  
Stars act upon the Bodies here below.    

OXFORD, Printed for Joseph Godwin. 1666.