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124 The increasing found is born to either fhore,
And for their stakes the throwing nations fear : Their passions double with the cannons roar, And with warm wishes each man combats there.
125 Ply'd thick and close as when the fight begun, : Their huge unwieldy navy wastes away : So ficken waining moons too near the sun, And blunt their crescents on the edge of day.
126. And now reduc'd on equal terms to fight,
Their fhips like wasted patrimonies show r Where the thin scattering trees admit the light, And shun each other's fhadows as they grow.
127 The warlike prince had sever'd from the rest
Two giant ships, the pride of all the main ; Which with his one so vigorously he press’d, And flew fo home they could not rise again.
128. Already batter'd, by his lee they lay,
In vain upon the passing winds they call : The passing winds through their torn canvass play, And flagging fails on heartless failors fall.
Dreadful as day let into shades below :
130. When one dire shot, the last they could supply,
Close by the board the prince's main-maft bore: All three now helpless by each other lie,
And this offends not, and those fear no more.
131. So have I seen some fearful hare maintain
A course, till tired before the dog she lay : Who stretch'd behind her
pants upon Past power to kill, as she to get away.
132. With his loll’d tongue he faintly licks his prey;
His warm breath blows her flix up as the lies ; She trembling creeps upon the ground away,
And looks back to him with beseeching eyes.
133. The prince unjustly does his stars accufe,
Which hinder'd him to push his fortune on ; For what they to his courage did refuse,
By mortal valor never must be done.
134• This lucky hour the wise Batavian takes,
And warns his tatter'd fleet to follow home : Proud to have so got off with equal stakes, Where 'twas a triumph not to be o'ercome.
135 The general's force as kept alive by fight,
Now not oppos'd no longer can pursue: Lasting 'till heaven had done his courage right; When he had conquer'd he his weakness knew.
136. He casts a frown on the departing foe,
And fighs to see him quit the watery field : His stern fix'd eyes no satisfaction show, For all the glories which the fight did yield.
137. Though as when fiends did miracles avow,
He stands confess’d e’en by the boastful Dutch: He only does his conquest disavow, And thinks too little what they found too much,
138. Return'd, he with the fleet resolv'd to stay; : No tender thoughts of home his heart divide Domestic joys and cares he puts away ; For realms are housholds which the great must
On the rich bed again the warm turf lay,
140. So looks our monarch on this early fight,
Th'essay and rudiments of great success : Which all-maturing time must bring to light, While he like heaven does each day's labor bless.
141. Heaven ended not the first or second day,
Yet each was perfect to the work design'd: God and kings work, when they their work survey, A passive aptness in all subjects find.
142. In burden'd vessels first with speedy care,
His plenteous stores do season'd timber send : Thither the brawny carpenters repair, And as the furgeons of maim'd ships attend.
143 With cord and canvass from rich Hamburgh sent,
His navies molted wings he imps once more : Tall Norway fir, their masts in battle, spent, And English oak, fprung leaks and planks,
144. All hands employ'd the royal work grows warm :
Like laboring bees on a long summer's day, Some found the trumpet for the rest to swarm, And some on bells of tasted lillies play.
Some drive old okum through each feam and
Their left hand does the calking iron guide,
stops : Which well paid o'er, the salt sea waves with
stand, And shakes them from the rising beak in drops.