INSTRUCTIONS TO A PAINTER For the Drawing of the POSTURE & PROGRESS OF His Ma.tie Forces at Sea Under the Command of His Highness Royal. Together with the BATTLE & VICTORY Obtained over the Dutch June 3. 1665. Ut qui vos Imperatores vestros & Anglorum Res gestas semper ornavit Humanitate vestrâ levatus potius quam acerbitate violatus esse videatur Cicero pro Arch. Poet. By EDM. WALLER Esq LONDON Printed for Henry Herringman at the Anchor on the Lower Walk of the New Exchange 1666. INSTRUCTIONS TO A PAINTER For the Drawing of the Posture and Progress of His Ma.tie Forces at Sea Under the Command of HIS HIGHNESS ROYAL Together with The Battle and Victory obtained over the Dutch June 3. 1665. FIrst draw the Sea That portion which between The greater World and this of ours is seen Here place the British there the Holland Fleet Vast Floating Armies both prepared to meet Draw the whole World expecting who shall Reign After this Combat o'er the Conquered Main Make Heaven concerned and an unusual Star Declare th'Importance of th' approaching War Make the Sea shine with Gallantry and all The English Youth flock to their Admiral The Valiant Duke whose early Deeds abroad Such Rage in Fight and Art in Conduct showed His bright Sword now a dearer Interest draws His Brother's Glory and His Country's Cause Let thy Bold Pencil Hope and Courage spread Through the whole Navy by that Hero led Make all appear where such a Prince is by Resolved to Conquer or resolved to Die With His Extraction and His Glorious Mind Make the proud Sails swell more than with the Wind Preventing Cannon Make His louder Fame Check the Batavians and their Fury tame So hungry Wolves though greedy of their Prey Stop when they find a Lion in their way Make Him bestride the Ocean and Mankind Ask His Consent to use the Sea and Wind While His tall Ships in the barred Channel stand He grasps the Indies in His Armed Hand Paint an East-wind and make it blow away Th' Excuse of Holland for their Navies stay Make them look pale and the Bold Prince to eat Through the cold North and Rocky Regions run To find the Coast where Morning first appears By the dark Pole the wary Belgian steers Confessing now He dreads the English more Than all the Dangers of a Frozen Shore While from our Arms security to find They fly so far they leave the Day behind Describe their Fleet abandoning the Sea And all their Merchants left a wealth Prey Our first Success in War make Bacchus' Crown And half the Vintage of the Year our own The Dutch their Wine and all their Brandee lose Disarmed of that from which their Courage grows While the glad English to relieve their Toil In Healths to their great Leader drink the Spoil His high Command to Africk's Coast extend And make the Moors before the English bend Those Barbarous Pirates willingly receive Conditions such as we are pleased to give Deserted by the Dutch let Nations know We can our own and their great business do False Friends chastise and common Foes restrain Which worse than Tempests did infest the Main Within those straits make Smyrna-Fleet With a small Squadron of the English meet Like Falcons these those like a numerous Flock Of Fowl which scatter to avoid the Shock There paint Confusion in a various shape Some sink some Yield and flying some Escape Europe and Africa from either Shore Spectators are and hear our Cannon roar While the divided World in this agree Men that fight so deserve to Rule the Sea But nearer Home thy Pencil use once more And place our Navy by the Holland Shore The World they compassed while they fought with Spain But here already they resign the Main Those greedy Mariners out of whose way Diffusive Nature could no Region lay At home preserved from Rocks and Tempests lie Compelled like others in their Beds to die Their single Towns th' Iberian Armies pressed We all their Provinces at once Invest And in a Month Ruin their Traffic more Then that long War could in an Age before But who can always on the Billows lie The watery Wilderness yields no supply Spreading our Sails to Harwich we resort And meet the Beauties of the British Court Th' Illustrious Duchess and her Glorious Train Like Thetis with her Nymphs adorn the Main The gazing Sea-gods since the Paphian Queen Sprung from among them no such sight had seen Charmed with the Graces of a Troop so fair Those deathless Powers for us themselves declare Resolved the Aid of Neptuno's Court to bring And help the Nation where such Beauty's spring The Soldier here his wasted Store supplies And takes new Valour from the Lady's Eyes Mean while like Bees when stormy Winter 's gone The Dutch as if the Sea were all their own Desert their Ports and falling in their way Our Hamburgh Merchants are become their Prey Thus flourish they before th' appoaching Fight As dying Tapers give a blazing Light To check their Pride our Fleet half Victualled goes Enough to serve us till we reach our Foes Who now appear so numerous and bold The Action worthy of our Arms we hold A greater Force then that which here we find ne'er pressed the Ocean nor employed the Wind. Restrained a while by the  Night Th' impatient English scarce attend the Light But now the Morning Heaven severely clear To the fierce Work Indulgent does appear And Phoebus lifts above the Waves his Light That he might see and thus Record the Fight As when loud Winds from different Quarters rush Vast Clouds encountering one another crush With swelling Sails so from their several Coasts Join the Batavian and the British Hosts For a lesle Prize with lesle Concern and Rage The Roman Fleets at Actium did Engage They for the Empire of the World they knew These for the Old Contend and for the New At the first Shock with Blood and Powder stained Nor Heaven nor Sea their former face retained Fury and Art produce Effects so strange They trouble Nature and her Visage change Where burning Ships the banished Sun supply And no Light shines but that by which Men die There YORK appears so prodigal is he Of Royal Blood as ancient as the Sea Which down to Him so many Ages told Has through the Veins of Mighty Monarches rolled The great Achilles marched not to the Field Till Vulcan that impenetrable Shield And Arms had wrought yet there no Bullets flew But Shafts and Darts which the weak Phrygians threw Our bolder Hero on the Deck does stand Exposed the Bulwark of his Native Land Defensive Arms laid by as useless here Where massy Balls the Neighbouring Rocks do tear Some Power unseen those Princes does protect Who for their Country thus themselves neglect Against Him first Opdam his Squadron leads Proud of his late Success against the Swedes Made by that Action and his high Command Worthy to perish by a Prince's Hand The tall Batavian in a vast Ship rides Bearing an Army in her hollow Sides Yet not inclined the English Ship to Board More on his Guns relies then on his Sword From whence a fatal Volley we received It missed the Duke but His great Heart it grieved Three worthy Persons from His Side it tore And died His Garment with their scattered Gore Happy to whom this glorious Death arrives More to be valued than a thousand Lives On such a Theatre as this to die For such a Cause and such a Witness by Who would not thus a Sacrifice be made To have his Blood on such an Altar laid The rest about Him struck with Horror stood To see their Leader covered o'er with Blood So trembled Jacob when he thought the stains Of his Son's Coat had issued from his Veins He feels no wound but in his troubled Thought Before for Honour now Revenge He fought His Friends in pieces torn the bitter News Not brought by Fame with His own Eyes he views His Mind at once reflecting on their Youth Their Worth their Love their Valour and their Truth The Joys of Court their Mothers and their Wives To follow Him abandoned and their Lives He storms and Shoots but flying Bullets now To execute His Rage appear too slow They miss or sweep but Common Souls away For such a Loss Opdam his Life must pay Encouraging His Men He gives the Word With fierce intent that hated Ship to Board And make the Guilty Dutch with His own Arm Wait on His Friends while yet their Blood is warm His winged Vessel like an Eagle shows When through the Clouds to truss a Swan she goes The Belgian Ship unmoved like some huge Rock Inhabiting the Sea expects the Shock From both the Fleets men's Eyes are bend this way Neglecting all the Business of the day Bullets their Flight and Guns their Noise suspend The silent Ocean does th' Event attend Which Leader shall the Doubtful victory bless And give an Earnest of the Wars Success When Heaven itself for England to declare Turns Ship and Men and Tackle into Air Their new Commander from his Charge is tossed Which that young Prince had so unjustly lost Whose Great Progenitors with better Fate And better Conduct swayed their Infant State His flight towards Heaven th' aspiring Belgian took But fell like Phaeton with Thunder struck From vaster hopes than his He seemed to fall That durst attempt the British Admiral From her Broadsides a ruder Flame is thrown Than from the fiery Chariot of the Sun That bears the radiant Ensigh of the Day And she the Flag that Governs in the Sea The Duke ill pleased that Fire should thus prevent The work which for His brighter Sword He meant Anger still burning in His valiant Breast Goes to complete Revenge upon the Rest So on the guardless Herd their Keeper slain Rushes a Tiger in the Lybian Plain The Dutch accustomed to the raging Sea And in black Storms the Frowns of Heaven to see Never met Tempest which more urged their Fears Than that which in the Prince His Look appears Fierce Goodly Young Mars He resembles when Jove sends him down to scourge perfidious Men Such as with foul Ingratitude have paid Both those that Led and those that gave them Aid Where He gives on disposing of their Fates Terror and Death on His loud Cannon waits With which He pleads His Brother's Cause so well He shakes the Throne to which he does Appeal The Sea with Spoil His angry Bullets strew Widows and Orphans making as they go Before His Ship Fragments of Vessels torn Flags Arms and Belgian Carcases are born And His despairing Foes to flight inclined Spread all their Canvas to invite the Wind So the rude Boreas where he lists to blow Makes Clouds above and Billows fly below Beating the shore and with a boisterous rage Does Heaven at once and Earth and Sea engage The Dutch elsewhere did through the watery Field Perform enough to have made others yield But English Courage growing as they fight In danger noise and slaughter takes delight Their bloody Task unwearied still they ply Only restrained by Death or Victory Iron and Lead from Earth's dark Entrails torn Like showers of Hail from either side are born So high the Rage of wretched Mortals goes Hurling their Mother's Bowels at their Foes Ingenious to their ruin Every Age Improves the Arts and Instruments of Rage Death-hast'ning ills Nature enough has sent And yet Men still a thousand more invent But Bacchus now which led the Belgians on So fierce at first to favour us begun Brandee and Wine their wont Friends at length Tender them useless and betray their strength So Corn in Fields and in the Garden Flowers Revive and raise themselves with moderate Showers But overcharged with never-ceasing Rain Become too moist and bend their heads again Their reeling Ships on one another fall Without a Foe enough to ruin all Of this Disorder and the favouring Wind The watchful English such Advantage find Ships fraught with Fire among the Heap they throw And up the so entangled Belgians blow The Flame invades the Powder-rooms and then Their Guns shoot Bullets and their Vessels Men The scorched Batavians on the Billows float Sent from their own to pass in Charon's Boat And now our Royal Admiral Success With all the marks of Victory does bless The burning Ships the taken and the slain Proclaim His Triumph o'er the Conquered Main Neerer to Holland as their hasty flight Carries the Noise and Tumult of the Fight His Cannons roar forerunner of His Fame Makes their Hague tremble and their Amsterdam The British Thunder does their House's rock And the Duke seems at every Door to knock His dreadful Streamer like a Comets hair Threatening Destruction hastens their Despair Makes them deplore their scattered Fleet as lost And fear our present Landing on their Coast. The Trembling Dutch th' approaching Prince behold As Sheep a Lion leaping towards their Fold Those Piles which serve them to repel the Main They think too weak His Fury to restrain What Wonders may not English Valour work Led by th' Example of Victorious YORK Or what Defence against Him can they make Who at such distance does their Country shake His fatal Hand their Bulwarks will o'erthrow And let in both the Ocean and the Foe Thus cry the People and their Land to keep Allow our Title to Command the Deep Blaming their States ill Conduct to provoke Those Arms which freed them from the Spanish Yoke Painter excuse me if I have a while Forgot thy Art and used another Style For though you Draw Armed Heroes as they fit The Task in Battle does the Muse's fit They in the dark Confusion of a Fight Discover all instruct us how to Write And Light and Honour to Brave Actions yield Hid in the Smoke and Tumult of the Field Ages to come shall know that Leaders Toil And His Great Name on whom the Muses smile Their Dictates here let thy famed Pencil trace And this Relation with thy Colours grace Then Draw the Parliament the Nobles met And our Great Monarch High above Them set Like young Augustus let His Image be Triumphing for that Victory at Sea Where Aegypts' Queen and Eastern Kings o'erthrown Made the Possession of the World His own Last Draw the Commons at His Royal Feet Pouring out Treasure to Supply His Fleet They vow with Lives and Fortunes to maintain Their Kings Eternal Title to the Main And with a Present to the Duke approve His Valour Conduct and His Countries Love To the King GREAT SIR Disdain not in this Piece to Stand Supreme Commander both of Sea and Land Those which Inhabit the Celestial Bower Painters express with Emblems of their Power His Club Alcides Phoebus has his Bow Jove has his Thunder and your Navy You. But Your Great Providence no Colours here Can Represent nor Pencil draw that Care Which keeps You waking to secure our Peace The Nation's Glory and our Trades Increase You for these Ends whole days in Counsel Sit And the Diversions of Your Youth forget Small were the worth of Valour and of Force If Your High Wisdom Governed not their Course You as the Soul as the First Mover You Vigour and Life on every Part bestow How to build Ships and Dreadful Ordnance cast Instruct the Artists and Reward their Haste So Jove Himself when Typhon Heaven does brave Descends to visit Vulcan's smoky Cave Teaching the Brawny Cyclops how to frame His Thunder mixed with Terror Wrath and Flame Had the old Greeks discovered Your Abode Crete had not been the Cradle of their God On that small Island they had looked with scorn And in Great Britain thought the Thunderer born FINIS