124.

The increafing found is born to either fhore,
And for their stakes the throwing nations fear :
Their paffions 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 waftes away:
So ficken waining moons too near the fun,
And blunt their crefcents on the edge of day.
126.

And now reduc'd on equal terms to fight,
Their fhips like wafted patrimonies show;
Where the thin fcattering trees admit the light,
And shun each other's fhadows as they grow.

127.

The warlike prince had fever'd from the rest

Two giant fhips, the pride of all the main ; Which with his one fo vigorously he prefs'd, And flew fo home they could not rise again. 128.

Already batter❜d, by his lee they lay,

In vain upon the paffing winds they call: The paffing winds through their torn canvass play, And flagging fails on heartless failors fall.

129.

Their open'd fides receive a gloomy light,
Dreadful as day let into fhades below:
Without grim death rides barefac'd in their fight,
And urges entering billows as they flow.
130.

When one dire shot, the last they could fupply,
Close by the board the prince's main-mast bore:
All three now helpless by each other lie,
And this offends not, and those fear no more.

131.

So have I feen fome fearful hare maintain
A course, till tired before the dog she lay :
Who stretch'd behind her pants upon the plain,
Paft power to kill, as the to get away.
132.

With his loll'd tongue he faintly licks his prey;
His warm breath blows her flix up as fhe lies
She trembling creeps upon the ground away,
And looks back to him with befeeching 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 wife Batavian takes,

And warns his tatter'd fleet to follow home: Proud to have fo 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:
Lafting 'till heaven had done his courage right;
When he had conquer'd he his weakness knew.
136.

He cafts a frown on the departing foe,

And fighs to fee him quit the watery field: His ftern fix'd eyes no fatisfaction show,

For all the glories which the fight did yield. 137.

Though as when fiends did miracles avow,

He stands confefs'd e'en by the boastful Dutch: He only does his conqueft difavow,

And thinks too little what they found too much, 138.

Return'd, he with the fleet refolv'd to stay ;

No tender thoughts of home his heart divide

Domestic joys and cares he puts away;

;

For realms are houfholds which the great must

139.

As those who unripe veins in mines explore,
On the rich bed again the warm turf lay,
Till time digefts the yet imperfect ore,

And know it will be gold another day :

So looks our monarch on this early fight,

Th' effay and rudiments of great

fuccefs:

Which all-maturing time muft bring to light, While he like heaven does each day's labor blefs.

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 furvey,
A paffive aptnefs in all fubjects find.

142.

In burden'd veffels first with speedy care,
His plenteous ftores do season'd timber send :
Thither the brawny carpenters repair,

And as the furgeons of maim'd ships attend.

143.

With cord and canvafs from rich Hamburgh fent,

His navies molted wings he imps once more : Tall Norway fir, their mafts in battle, spent, And English oak, fprung leaks and planks, reftore.

144.

All hands employ'd the royal work grows warm:
Like laboring bees on a long fummer's day,
Some found the trumpet for the reft to fwarm,
And fome on bells of tafted lillies play.
145.

With glewy wax fome new foundations lay
Of virgin-combs which from the roof are

hung:

Some arm'd within doors upon duty stay,

Or tend the fick, or educate the

146.

young.

So here fome pick out bullets from the fides, Some drive old okum through each feam and

rift:

Their left hand does the calking iron guide,

The rattling mallet with the right they lift.
147.

With boiling pitch another near at hand,

From friendly Sweden brought, the seams intops:

Which well paid o'er, the falt fea waves withftand,

And shakes them from the rifing beak in drops.