Thy Navy Rides on Seas before unpreft,

And ftrikes a terror through the Haughty East;
Algiers and Tunis from their fultry fhore

With horrour hear the British engines roar,
Fain from the neighb'ring dangers wou'd they run,
And with themselves ftill Nearer to the Sun.
The Gallick Ships are in their Ports confin'd,
Deny'd the common ufe of Sea and Wind,
Nor dare again the British Strength engage;
Still they remember that Destructive rage
Which lately made their trembling host retire,

Stunn'd with the noise, and wrapt in Smoke and Fire; The Waves with wide unnumber'd wrecks were firow'd, And Planks, and Arms, and Men, promifcuous flow'd.

Spain's numerous Fleet that perifht on our coast,
Cou'd scarce a longer Line of battel boast,
The Winds cou'd hardly drive 'em to their Fate,
And all the Ocean labour'd with the weight.

Where-e'er the Waves in reftlefs errors rowle,
The Sea lies open now to either Pole:
Now may we fafely use the Northern gales,
And in the Polar Circle fpread our fails;
Or deep in Southern climes, Secure from wars,
New Lands explore, and fail by Other flars;
Fetch Uncontroll'd each labour of the Sun,
And make the product of the World our own.

At length, Proud Prince, Ambitious Lewis, ceafe
To plague mankind, and trouble Europe's peace;
Think on the Structures which thy Pride has rafe'd,
On Towns unpeopled, and on Fields laid wafte;
Think on the heaps of corps, and streams of blood,.
On every guilty plain, and purple flood,

Thy Arms have made, and cease an impious War,
Nor waste the Lives entrusted to thy Care.
Or if no Milder thought can calm thy mind,
Behold the great Avenger of mankind,
See mighty NASSAU through the Battel ride,
And fee thy fubjects gafping by his fide:
Fain wou'd the pious Prince refufe th' Alarm,
Fain wou'd he check the Fury of his Arm;
But when thy Cruelties his thoughts engage,
The Hero kindles with becoming rage,

Then Countries ftoln, and Captives unreftor'd,
Give Strength to every blow, and edge his Sword..
Behold with what refiftlefs force he falls

On towns befieg'd, and thunders at thy walls!
Ask Villeroy, for Villeroy beheld

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The Town furrender'd, and the Treaty feal'd;
With what amazing ftrength the Forts were won,
Whilst the whole Pow'r of France ftood looking on.

But ftop not here: behold where Berkley ftands,

And executes his injur'd King's commands;

Around

Around thy coaft his burting Bombs he pours
On flaming Cittadels, and falling Tow'rs;
With hizzing ftreams of fire the air they freak,
And hurl destruction round 'em where they break;
The Skies with long ascending Flames are bright,
And all the Sea reflects a quivering light.

Thus Etna, when in fierce Eruptions broke,
Fills Heav'n with Ashes, and the Earth with Smoke;
Here Crags of broken Röcks are twirl'd on high,
Here molten Stones and fcatter'd Cinders fly:
Its fury reaches the remoteft coaft,

And ftrows the Afiatick thore with Duft.

Now does the Sailor from the neighbouring Main Look after Gallick Towns and Forts in vain;

No more his wonted Marks he can descry,

But fees a long unmeafur'd Ruine lie

;

Whilft, pointing to the Naked coaft, he fhows

His wond'ring Mates where Towns and Steeples rofe,
Where crowded Citizens he lately view'd,

And fingles out the place where once St. Maloes stood,

Here Ruffel's Actions fhould my Mufe require;
And wou'd my ftrength but fecond my défire,
I'd all his boundlefs Bravery reheatre,

And draw his Cannons thund'ring in my verle;

High on the deck fhou'd the great Leader stand,
Wrath in his Look, and Lightning in his Hand;
Like Homer's Hector when he flung his Fire
Amidst a thousand Ships, and made all Greece retire.

But who can run the British Triumphs o'er,
And count the Flames disperst on ev'ry Shore?
Who can defcribe the scatter'd Victory,
And draw the Reader on from Sea to Sea?
Else who cou'd Ormond's God-like Acts refuse,
Ormond the theme of ev'ry Oxford Muse?
Fain wou'd I here his mighty Worth proclaim,
Attend him in the noble chase of fame,
Through all the Noife and Hurry of the Fight,
Obferve each blow, and keep him ftül in fight.
Oh, did our British Peers thus court Renown,
And grace the Coats their great Fore-fathers won !
Our arms wou'd then triumphantly advance,
Nor Henry be the Laft that conquer'd France.
What might not England hope, if fuch abroad.
Purchas'd their country's honour with their Blood:
When fuch, detain'd at home, fupport our State
In WILLIAM's ftead, and bear a Kingdom's weight,
The Schemes of Gallick Policy o'er-throw,

And blaft the Counfels of the common Foe;
Direct our Armies, and distribute Right,
And render our MARIA's Loss more light.

But

But ftop, my Muse, th' ungrateful found forbear,
MARIA's name ftill wounds each British Ear:
Each British Heart MARIA ftill does wound,
And Tears burft our unbidden at the found;
MARIA still our rifing Mirth destroys,
Darkens our Triumphs, and forbids our Joys.

But fee, at length, the British Ships appear!
Our NASSAU comes! and as his Fleet draws near,
The rifing Mafts advance, the Sails grow white,
And all his Pompous Navy floats in fight.
Come, mighty Prince, defir'd, of Britain, come!
May Heav'n's propitious gales attend thee home!.
Come, and let longing crowds behold that Look,
Which fuch Confufion and Amazement ftrook
Through Gallick hosts: But, oh! let Us descry
Mirth in thy Brow, and Pleasure in thy Eye;
Let nothing Dreadful in thy face be found,

But for a-while forget the Trumpet's found;
Well-pleas'd, thy People's Loyalty approve,

Accept their Duty, and enjoy their Love.
For as when lately mov'd with fierce delight,
You plung'd amidst the Tumult of the fight,
Whole heaps of Death encompass'd you around,
And Steeds o'er-turn'd lay foaming on the ground:
So Crown'd with Laurels now, where-e'er you go,
Around you blooming Joys, and peaceful Bleffings flow.