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 prepar'd to meet.
Draw the whole World, expecting who shall Raign
After this Combat, o're the conquer'd Mayn;
Make Heav'n concern'd, 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 show'd.
His bright Sword, now, a dearer Int'rest draws,
His Brothers 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,
Resolv'd to Conquer, or resolv'd to Dye.
With his Extraction and Heroick mind,
Make the proud Sails swell more than with the wind.
Preventing Cannon, make his lowder Fame
Check the
Batavians, and their fury Tame.
So hungry Wolves, though greedy of their Prey,
Stop, when they find a Lyon in their way.
Make him be-stride the Ocean, and man-kind
Ask his consent to use the Sea and Wind:
While his tall Ships in the bar'd Chanel 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,
Dis-arm'd of that from which their Courage grows.
While the glad
English to relieve their Toyl,
In Healths to their great Leader drink the spoyl.
His high Command to
Africks Coast extend,
And make the
Moor before the
English bend;
Those barb'rous Pyrats, willingly receive
Conditions, such as we are pleas'd to give.
Within those Streights make
Hollands 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.