Then, as an eagle, (who, with pious care, 108 III With such glad hearts did our despairing Men 112 The Dutch, who came like greedy Hinds And sheets of Lightning blast the standing 113 Full in the Princes Passage, hills of Sand And Sea-men with dissembled Depths betray. 114 The wily Dutch, who, like fall'n-Angels, fear'd This new Messia's coming, there did wait, And round the verge their braving Vessels steer'd, Stung with her Love, she stoops upon the To tempt his Courage with so fair a Bait. Plain, 119 124 Th' increasing Sound is born to either shore, And for their stakes the throwing Nations fear : Their Passion, double with the Cannons roar, And with warm wishes each Man combats there. 125 Pli'd thick and close as when the Fight begun, Their huge unwieldy Navy wasts away; Thus re-inforc'd, against the adverse Fleet, So sicken waning Moons too near the Sun, Still doubling ours, brave Rupert leads the way; With the first blushes of the Morn Fourth Battel. days new-born And blunt their Crescents on the edge of day. 132 With his loll'd tongue he faintly licks his Prey, His warm breath blows her flix up as she lies; She, trembling, creeps upon the ground away, And looks back to him with beseeching eyes. 133 The Prince unjustly does his Stars accuse, 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, a Where 'twas a Triumph not to be o're-come. 135 The General's force, as kept alive by fight, Now, not oppos'd, no longer can persue : Lasting till Heav'n had done his courage right; When he had conquer'd he his Weakness knew. 136 He casts a Frown on the departing Foe, And sighs to see him quit the watry Field: His stern fix'd eyes no satisfaction shew, 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 With glewy wax some new Foundations lay much. Of Virgin-combs, which from. the Roof are hung: 138 Return'd, he with the Fleet resolv'd to stay; No tender thoughts of Home his heart divide; Domestick Joys and Cares he puts away; For Realms are households which the Great must guide. Some arm'd within doors, upon Duty stay Or tend the Sick, or educate the Young. |