Upon the Death of the truly Valiant and Magnanimous SR CHRISTOPH MINNS WOUNDED AT SEA TIME break thy Glass Why should we longer stay Beat a Dead March our Captain leads the Way He who so oft from the Batavian Brow Had snatched the conquered Palm away see how He lays a piece of Earth unfit to wield The Warlike Weapon or to hug the Shield No sooner had the black-mouthed Ordinance With Hellbred Flames and big with Flemish hot shot Spit forth its Venim'd blasts enough to make The well compacted Universe to shake But strait the Waves supposing thou wert dead Leapt up to catch the Airy Substance fled Th' expecting Ocean waits to have thy Tomb An Everlasting Trophy in her Womb That Jewels might invest thee and thy Bones Be Metamorphized into precious Stones Each drop of Blood should into Rubies turn And serve to deck thy well enamelled Urn. Whilst that the Sympathising Dolphins stay Longing to bear their welcomed Guest away But least that Corpse that did so Bravely Diego Should underneath the Waves forgotten lie And find no other Funerals no Grave But what was then bestowed on every Slave In pity Gentler Fate to us has given Thy Body and returned thy Soul to Heaven If there be any place above the rest Thy brave Herocik Soul shall be possessed O● its Immortal Glories and thy Name Still warbled forth by never dying Fame There Warriors Garlands shall thy Temples Crown Free from the blasts of Fate or Envies Frown Instead of Bloody Scars thy battered Face Shall be environed with a Nobler Grace Nor canst thou Die but art Transcendent grown And challengest the World as if thine own Who hast to do thy Native Country Good Been Prodigal of Fortune Life and Blood Methinks I see another Star appear Brighter than Mars and in a Nobler Sphere Whose Warlike Influence shall make the Fire Of the undaunted Britain's mount up higher In future Ages and the World shall know Stars act upon the Bodies here below OXFORD Printed for Joseph Godwin 1666.