CLXIX. DRYDEN'S Defigning, fubtle, diligent, and close, Nor ftaid the English long; but well supply'd, CLXXI. There was the Plymouth squadron row come in, Old expert Allen, loyal all along, Fam'd for his action on the Smyrna fleet : Holmes, the Achates of the general's fight; The tempting fruits of Airic did unfold, With him went Sprag, as bountiful as brave, And in his buming fhip undaunted fought. Young Hollis on a Mufe by Mars begot, Forn, Cafar like, to write and act great deeds: His right hand doubly to his left fucceeds. Thoufands were there in darker fame that divell, POEMS. CLXXXII. The Belgians hop'd that, with disorder'd hafte, Their numerous grofs might charge us one by one Eut with a forewind pushing them above, And fwelling tide that heav'd them from below, It feem'd as there the British Neptune flood, To the pale fors they fuddenly draw near, Now van to van the foremost squadrons meet, At length the adverfe admirals appear; The two bold champions of each country's right: The distance judg`d for fhot of every fize, The linflocs touch, the ponderous ball expires: Fierce was the fight on the proud Belgians fide, And though to me unknown, they fure fought well,But now they by their own vain boafts were ty'd, CLXXVII. Of every fize an hundred fighting fail, And with its weight it foulders on the tides. Now anchors weigh'd the feamen fhout fo fhrill, And refts in thofe high beds his downy wings. The wary Dutch this gathering ftorm forefaw, So the falfe fpider, when her nets are spread Then if at laft fhe find him fast beset, She iffues forth and runs along her loom : And drags the little wretch in triumph home. : And forc'd at least in fhew to prize it more. But fharp remembrance on the Erglish part, Nor long the Belgians could that fleet fuftair, As Rupert or as Albemarle were there. CXCII. Their batter'd admiral teo foon withdrew, Never did men more jo fully obey, Or fooner understood the fign to fly: With fuch alacrity they bore away, As if to praise them all the Sates flood by. O famous leader of the Belgian fleet, Thy monument infcrib'd fuch praife fhall wear, E 2 CXCV. Behold that navy, which a while before Provok'd the tardy English clofe to fight; Now draw their beaten veffels clofe to thore, As larks lie dar'd to fhun the hobbies flight. CXCVI. Whoe'er would English monuments furvey, Whofe fame was blemish'd by too bafe a foe. CXCVII. Or if too bufily they will enquire Into a victory which we difdain; Then let them krow the Belgians did retire Before the patron faint of injur'd Spain. CXCVIII. Repenting England this revengeful day CXCIX. Our fathers bent their baneful industry, In fortune's empire blindly thus we go, And wander after pathlefs deftiny; Whofe dark reforts fince prudence cannot know, In vain it would provide for what shall be CCI. But whate'er English to the blefs'd fhall ro, And the fourth Harry or first Orange meet; Find him difowning of a Fourbon foe, And him detefting a Batavian flect. CCXIV. Till, fully ripe, his fwelling fate breaks out, Such was the rife of this prodigious fire, The diligence of trade and noifeful gain, And luxury more late, afleep were laid: All was the night's; and in her filent reign No found the reft of nature did invade. CCXVII. In this deep quiet, from what fource unknown, Then in fome close pent room it crept along, The next to danger, hot purfued by fate, Half-cloath'd, half-naked, haftily retire: And frighted mother, ftrike their breaits too late, For helpless infants left amidst the fire. CCXXVII. Their cries foon waken all the dwellers near; Now murmuring no.fes rife in every street: The more remote run ftumbling with their fear, And in the dark men juftle as they meet. CCXXVIII. So weary bees in little cells repofe; But if night-robbers lift the well-ftor'd hive, An humming through their waxen city grows, And out upon each other's wings they drive. CCXXIX. Now ftreets grow throng'd and busy as by day: Some run for buckets to the hallow'd quire: Some cut the pipes, and fome the engines play; And fome more bold mount ladders to the fire. CCXXX. In vain: for from the East a Belgian wind His hoftile breath through the dry rafters fent; The flames impell'd foon left their foes behind, And forward with a wanton fury went. CCXXXL A key of fire ran all along the shore, And lighten'd all the river with a blaze: The waken'd tides began again to roar, And wondering fish in shining waters gaze. Old father Thames rais'd up his reverend head, CCXXXIII. The fire, mean-time, walks in a broader gross; CCXXXIV. At first they warm, then fcorch, and then they take; Now with long necks from fide to fide they feed: At length grown ftrong their mother-fire forfu.ke, And a new colony of flames fucceed. CCXXXV. To every nobler portion of the town The curling billows roll their reftlefs tide: in parties row they ftraggle up and down, As armies unoppos'd for prey divide. CCXXXVI. One mighty fquadron, with a fide-wind fped, Through narrow lanes his cumber'd fire does hafte, By powerful charms of gold and filver led, The Lombard bankers and the Change to waste. CCXXXVII. Another backward to the Tower would go, And flowly eats his way against the wind: Eut the main body of the marching foe Against th' imperial palace is defign'd. CCXXXVIII. Now day appears, and with the day the king, Whofe early care had robb'd him of his reft: Far off the cracks of falling houfes ring, And fhrieks of fubjects pierce his tender breast. CCXXXIX. Near as he draws, thick harbingers of finoke CCXL. More than his guards his forrows made him known, CCXLI. Nor with an idle care did he behold: Subjects may grieve, but monarchs may redress; He chears the fearful, and commends the bold, And makes despairers hope for good fuccefs. CCXLIII. Himfelf directs what first is to be done, CCXLIV. He fees the dire cortagion spread so fast, That country, which would elfe the foe maintain. The powder blows up all before the fire: Th' amazed flames ftand gather'd on a heap; And from the precipice's brink retire, Afraid to venture on fo large a leap. CCXLVI. Thus fighting fires a while themselves confume, Part ftay for paffage, till a guft of wind Ships o'er their forces in a fhining sheet: Thus to fome defert plain, or old wood-fide, CCXLIX. No help avails: for, hydra-like, the fire Lifts up his hundred heads to aim his way: And scarce the wealthy can one half retire, Before he rushes in to fhare the prey. CCL. The rich grow fuppliant, and the poor grow proud: When others ruin may increase their flore. CCLI. As those who live by fhores with joy behold So thefe but wait the owners laft despair, And what's permitted to the flames invade ; The days were all in this loft labour spent; And fo fhone ftill in his reflective light. CCLIV. Night came, but without darkness or repose, CCLV. Thofe who have homes, when home they do repair, To look how near their own deftruction tends. Those who have none, fit round where once it was, Some ftir up coals and watch the vestal fire, The most in fields like herded beafts lie down, While by the motion of the flames they guess No thought can eafe them but their fovereign's care, CCLXI. Mean-time he fadly fuffers in their grief, Out-weeps an hermit, and out-prays a faint: All the long night he ftudies their relief, O God, faid he, thou patron of my days, Guide of my youth in exile and diftrefs! Be thou my judge, with what unweary'd care And ftop the iffues of their afting blood. CCLXIV. Thou who haft taught me to forgive the ill, Return that mercy on thy fervant's head. Or if my heedlefs youth has step'd astray, We all have finn'd, and thou haft laid us low, CCLXVII. DRYDEN'S O let it be enough what thou haft done; POEMS. CCLXXIX. In th' empyrean heaven, the blefs'd abode, When fpotted deaths ran arm'd through every street, CCLXVIII. The living few, and frequent funerals then, O pafs not, Lord, an abfolute decree, And in that forefight this thy doom recal. CCLXX. Thy threatenings, Lord, as thine thou may'st revoke: And let not foreign foes opprefs thy land. Th' Eternal heard, and from the heavenly quire The bleffed minifter his wings difplay'd, And like a shooting star he cleft the night: The fugitive flames chastis'd went forth to prey CCLXXIV. The wanting orphans faw with watery eyes, For he protects the poor, who made them fo. Nor could thy fabric, Paul's, defend thee long, And poets fongs the Theban walls could raife. The daring flames peep'd in, and faw from far Now down the narrow streets it swiftly came, If only ruin must enlarge our way. And now four days the fun had feen our woes : And an huth'd filence damps the tuneful iky. At length th' Almighty cast a pitying eye, An hallow cryftal pyramid he takes, The vanquish'd fires withdraw from every place, CCLXXXIII. Our king this more than natural change beholds; To the All-good his lifted hands he folds, As when sharp frosts had long constrain'd the earth CCLXXXV. By fuch degrees the spreading gladness grew The father of the people open'd wide His itores, and all the poor with plenty fed: Thus God's anointed God's own place fupply'd, And fill'd the empty with his daily bread. CCLXXXVII. This royal bounty brought its own reward, 'Tis but with fear the fight might drive him CCLXXXVIII. And not their humble ruins now forfake. |