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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A37541	Directions to a painter for describing our naval business in imitation of Mr. Waller / being the last works of Sir Iohn Denham ; whereunto is annexed, Clarindons house-warming, by an unknown author.	Denham, John, Sir, 1615-1669.; Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687.; Marvell, Andrew, 1621-1678.; Milton, John, 1608-1674.	1667 (1667)	Wing D998; ESTC R13880	19,733	48

War 〈◊〉 ill hour under a Blazing Star ●o● Others sport two Nations fight a Prize Between them both Religion wounded dies So of first Troy the angry Gods unpaid Raz'd the Foundations which themselves had laid Welcome though late dear George here hadst thou bin We'd scap'd let Rupert bring the Navy in Thou still must help them out when in the mire Gen'ral at Land at Plague at Sea at Fire Now thou art gone see Beaufort dares approach And our Fleets angling as to catch a Roach Gibson farewel till next we put to Sea Truth is thou`st drawn her in Effigie TO THE KING By Sir JOHN DENHAM GReat Prince and so much Greater as more Wise Sweet as our Life and dearer than our Eyes What Servants will conceal and Councels spare To tell the Painter and the Poet dare And the assistance of an heav'nly Muse And Pencil represent the Crimes abstruse Here needs no Fleet no Sword no forreign Foe Onely let Vice be damn'd and Iustice flow Shake but like Jove thy Locks divine and frown Thy Scepter will suffice to guard thy Crown Hark to Cassandra's Song ere Fate destroy By thine own Navy's wooden Horse thy Troy As our Apollo from the Tumults wave And gentle Calms though but in Oars will save So Philomel her sad Embroidery strung And vocal Silks tun'd with her Needles Tongue The Pictures dumb in Colours loud reveald The Tragedies of Courts so long conceald But when restor'd to voice inclos'd with wings To Woods and Groves what once the Painter sings DIRECTIONS TO A PAINTER By Sir JOHN DENHAM DRaw England ruin'd by what was giv'n before Then draw the Commons slow in giving more Too late grown wiser they their treasure see Consum'd by fraud or lost by treachery And vainly now would some account receive Of those vast sums which they so idly gave And trusted to the management of such As Dunkirk sold to make War with the Dutch Dunkirk de●ign'd once to a Nobler Use Than to erect a party Lawyers House But what account could they from t●ose expect Who 〈◊〉 grow rich themselves the State neglect Men who in England have no other Lot Than what they by betraying it have got Who can pretend to nothing but Disgrace VVhere either Birth or Merit find a place Plague Fire and VVar have been the Nations curse But to have these our Rulers is a worse Yet draw these Ca●sers of the Kingdoms wo Still urging dangers from our growing Foe Asking new Aid for VVar with the same face As if when giv'n they meant not to make Peace Mean while they cheat the Publick with such haste They will have nothing that may ease it past The Law 'gainst Irish Cattel they condemn As shewing distrust o' th King that is of them Yet they must now swallow this bitter P●ll Or Money want which were the greater ill And then the King to Westminster is brought Imperfectly to speak the Chanc'lors thought In which as if no Age could parallel A Prince and Council that had rul'd so well He tells the Parliament He cannot brook VVhat ●re in them like Jealousie doth look Adds That no Grieva●ces the Nation load While we 're undone at home despis'd abroad Thus past the Irish wi●h the Money-Bill The first not half to good as th● other ill With these new Millions might we not expect Our Foes to vanquish or our selves protect If not to beat them off usurped Seas At least to force an honourable Peace But though the angry fa●e or folly rather Of our pe●verted State al●ew us ●ei●her Could we hope less than to defend our Shores Than guard our Harbours Forts our Ships Stores We hop'd in vain Of these remaining are Not what we sav'd but what the Dutch did spare Such was our Rulers generous stratagem A policy worthy of none but them After two Millions more laid on the Nation The Parliament grows ripe for Prorogation They rise and now a Treaty is confest ●Gainst which before these State-Cheats did protest A Treaty which too well makes it appear Theirs not the Kingdom 's Intrest is their care 〈…〉 tatesmen of old thought Arms the way to Peace 〈…〉 thread-bare Policies as these 〈…〉 for the State 's defence They 〈◊〉 too little for their own expence Or if 〈…〉 they any thing can spare It is to bu● Peace not maintain a War For which gre●● work Embassadors must go With b●re submissions to our arming foe Thus leaving a defenceles● State behind Vast 〈◊〉 preparing by the Belgians find Against whose 〈◊〉 what can us defend Whilst our great 〈◊〉 here depend Upon the Dutch good Nature For when Peace Say they is making Acts of War must cease Thus were we by the name of Truce betray'd Though by the Dutch nothing like it was made Here P●inter let thine Art describe a story Shaming our warlike Islands ●ntient Glory A scene which never on our Seas appear'd Since o●r fi●st ships were on the Ocean steerd Make the Du●ch Fleet while we supinely sleep VVi●hout Opposers Masters of the Deep Make them securely the Thames mouth invade At once depriving us of that and Trade Draw Thunder from their floating Castles sent Against our Forts weak as our Government Draw Wollage Deptford London and the Tower Meanly abandon'd to a forreign Power Yet turn their first attempt another way And let their Cannons upon Sheerness play Which soon destroy'd their lofty Vessels ride Big with the hope of the approaching Tide Make them more help from our Remisness find Than from the Tide or from the Eastern wimd Their Canvas swelling with a prosp'rous gale Swift as our fears make them to Chattam sail Through our weak Chain their Fireships break their way And our Great Ships unman'd become their prey Then draw the fruit of our ill-manag`d cost At once our Honour and our Safety lost Bury those Bulwarks of our Isle in smoak While their thick flames the neighb'ring Country choak The Charles escapes the raging Element To be with triumph into Holland sent Where the glad People to the shore resort To see their Terror now become their Sport But Painter fill not up thy Piece before Thou paint'st Confusion on our troubled shore Instruct then thy bold Pencil to relate The saddest Marks of an ill-govern'd State Draw th' injur'd Seamen deaf to all command While some with horror and amazement stand Others will know no Enemy but they Who have unjustly robb'd them of their pay Boldly refusing to oppose a fire To kindle which our Errors did conspire Some though but few perswaded to obey Use●ess for want of ammunition stay The Forts design'd to guard our ships of War Void both of Powder and of Bullets are And what past Reigns in peace did ne'er omit The present whilst invaded doth forget Surpassing Chattam make Whitehall appear If not in danger yet at least in fear Make our dejection if thou canst seem more Than our pride sloth and ign'rance did before The King of danger now shews far more fear