When that accomplish'd soul, in this fair frame,
No bus'nefs had but to persuade that dame,
Whofe mutual love advanc'd the youth so high,
That, but to heav'n, he could no higher fly.
WOVEN BY FOUR LADIES.
WICE twenty flender virgin-fingers twine This curious web, where all their fancies fine. As Nature them, so they this shade have wrought, Soft as their hands, and various as their thought. Not Juno's bird, when, his fair train difpread, He woos the female to his painted bed; No, not the bow, which fo adorns the skies, So glorious is, or boasts so many dyes.
Now for fome ages had the pride of Spain
e che fun shine on half the world in vain,
The place of the terme
Of Nature's bouses men introverts
And the best pam
Alone the gives us ömenamar ma
With thefe accumaling
Europe washe
Whee Britan
Upon this gets marir e Cn.
And knowing we de per
Whose chief laput an inem .
Qur nation's úukut METELE THE TASAARE
To the rich trains de Wet CSERE-
And now ferme munis azzasag a h
Our naval army hat briepas bann
They that the witne monte mama's bus
Are to their port by my sus fee AMK 6.
From whence our Rot Lab toitunutar i
Riding without a free
Others may be cut was a tier SEA,
Only the Eng makes for sa
Whose ready fail wik er ry wins cm fr,
And make a covet wri sa kosukar ky:
Our oaks fecure, as if they use toÚL WY,
We tread on billows wuch a fcaly fux,
When that accomplish'd soul, in this fair frame,
No bus'nefs had but to persuade that dame,
Whofe mutual love advanc'd the youth so high,
That, but to heav'n, he could no higher fly.
WICE twenty flender virgin-fingers twine This curious web, where all their fancies fine. As Nature them, fo they this fhade have wrought, Soft as their hands, and various as their thought. Not Juno's bird, when, his fair train dispread, He woos the female to his painted bed; No, not the bow, which fo adorns the skies, So glorious is, or boasts fo many dyes.
Now for fome ages had the pride of Spain
Made the fun fhine on half the world in vain,
While the bid War, to all that durst, supply
The place of those her cruelty made die.
Of Nature's bounty men forbore to take,
And the best portion of the earth lay waste.
From the new world her filver and her gold
Came, like a tempeft to confound the old :
Feeding with these the brib'd Electors' hopes,
Alone the gives us Emperours and Popes;
With these accomplishing her vaft designs,
Europe was fhaken with her Indian mines.
When Britain, looking with a just disdain
Upon this gilded majesty of Spain,
And knowing well that empire muft decline,
Whofe chief fupport and finews are of coin,
Qur nation's folid virtue did oppose
To the rich troublers of the world's repofe.
And now fome months, encamping on the main,
Our naval army had befieged Spain:
They that the whole world's monarchy defign'd,
Are to their ports by our bold fleet confin'd,
From whence our Red Cross they triumphant see,
Riding without a rival on the fea.
Others may use the ocean as their road,
Only the English make it their abode,
Whofe ready fails with ev'ry wind can fly,
And make a cov'nant with th' inconstant sky:
Our oaks fecure, as if they there took root,
We tread on billows with a steady foot,
Mean-while the Spaniards in America,
Near to the Line the fun approaching saw,
And hop'd their European coafts to find
Clear'd from our fhips by the autumnal wind:
Their huge capacious galleons stuff'd with plate, 35
The lab'ring winds drive flowly tow'rds their fate.
Before St. Lucar they their guns discharge,
To tell their joy or to invite a barge:
This heard some ships of ours, (tho' out of view)
And, fwift as eagles, to the quarry flew ;
So heedlefs lambs, which for their mothers bleat,
Wake hungry lions, and become their meat.
Arriv'd, they foon begin that tragick play,
And with their smoky cannons banish day:
Night, horrour, flaughter, with confusion meets, 45
And in their fable arms embrace the fleets.
Thro' yielding planks the angry bullets fly,
And of one wound hundreds together die :
Born under diff'rent stars one fate they have,
The fhip their coffin, and the fea their grave!
Bold were the men which on the ocean first
Spread their new fails, when fhipwreck was the worft:
More danger now from man alone we find
Than from the rocks, the billows, or the wind.
They that had fail'd from near th' Antartic Pole, ss
Their treasure safe, and all their veffels whole,
In fight of their dear country ruin'd be,
Without the guilt of either rock or sea!
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