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         Denham, John, Sir, 1615-1669.
      
       
         
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             Further advice to a painter, or, Directions to draw the late engagement, Aug. 11th, 1673
             Denham, John, Sir, 1615-1669.
          
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             1673.
          
           
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             Caption title: Another advice to a painter, or, Directions how to draw the late engagement, August 11th 1673.
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           Further
           Advice
           TO
           A
           PAINTER
           .
           OR
           ,
           Directions
           to
           dravv
           the
           Late
           Engagement
           Aug.
           11
           th
           .
           1673.
           
        
         
           
             Hor.
             de
             arte
             Poet.
             
          
           
             —
             Pictoribus
             atque
             Poetis
             ,
          
           
             Quidlibet
             audiendi
             semper
             fuit
             aequa
             potestas
             .
          
        
         
           LONDON
           ,
           Printed
           for
           
             R.
             Vaughan
          
           in
           the
           
             Little
             Old
             Baily
          
           ,
           1673.
           
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
         
           Another
           Advice
           to
           a
           PAINTER
           ;
           OR
           ,
           Directions
           how
           to
           draw
           the
           Late
           Engagement
           ,
           August
           11
           th
           .
           1673.
           
        
         
           PAinter
           ,
           prepare
           thy
           Pencill
           yet
           once
           more
           ,
        
         
           And
           taking
           Prospect
           from
           the
           Belgian
           Shore
           ,
        
         
           Draw
           me
           Two
           Royal
           Fleets
           ,
           conjoyn'd
           in
           one
           ,
        
         
           Ready
           to
           part
           that
           Stake
           that
           's
           to
           be
           won
           ;
        
         
           Cover
           the
           Sea
           ,
           and
           all
           their
           Squadrons
           draw
        
         
           In
           such
           thick
           Forrests
           as
           the
           Sun
           ne're
           saw
           :
        
         
           Thence
           back
           into
           the
           Land
           casting
           thy
           Eye
           ,
        
         
           Draw
           all
           the
           Beacons
           flaming
           in
           the
           Skye
           ;
        
         
           And
           ,
           if
           thou
           can'st
           ,
           draw
           the
           confused
           Roare
        
         
           Of
           People
           running
           to
           defend
           their
           shore
           :
        
         
           Paint
           all
           that
           Fear
           and
           Consternation
           can
        
         
           Raise
           in
           the
           Visage
           of
           despairing
           Man
           ,
        
         
           And
           let
           the
           Figures
           a
           proportion
           hold
        
         
           With
           Mothers
           loosing
           Sons
           ,
           and
           Misers
           Gold.
        
         
           But
           e're
           these
           Colours
           in
           the
           life
           thou
           lay
           ,
        
         
           Turn
           thy
           designing
           Face
           another
           way
           ;
        
         
           Look
           from
           the
           South-West
           Coast
           there
           creeps
           along
        
         
           An
           Adverse
           Fleet
           ,
           as
           numerous
           and
           as
           strong
           ;
        
         
           Wary
           ,
           yet
           Bold
           ,
           who
           long
           conceal'd
           had
           lain
        
         
           Fenc'd
           in
           by
           Sands
           ,
           the
           Citadels
           o'
           th
           Main
           ;
        
         
           But
           griev'd
           to
           see
           their
           Country
           thus
           opprest
           ,
        
         
           Like
           Lyons
           rouz'd
           ,
           come
           rampant
           from
           their
           rest
           ,
        
         
           Stretching
           for
           strength
           ;
           And
           as
           along
           they
           stand
           ,
        
         
           Refresh
           their
           men
           ,
           and
           check
           their
           fears
           on
           Land
           ;
        
         
           Who
           heartned
           thus
           ,
           on
           Board
           in
           Clusters
           crou'd
        
         
           To
           have
           a
           share
           in
           their
           defence
           grown
           proud
           ,
        
         
         
           Vowing
           to
           chace
           these
           Objects
           of
           their
           fear
           ,
        
         
           And
           make
           them
           for
           their
           Insolence
           pay
           dear
           :
        
         
           "
           Cowards
           will
           turn
           if
           you
           too
           hard
           pursue
           ;
        
         
           "
           Then
           think
           what
           Courage
           in
           Despair
           will
           doe
           .
        
         
           Now
           Painter
           close
           the
           Scenes
           ,
           and
           shew
           thy
           Skill
           ,
        
         
           Teaching
           thy
           Pencil
           some
           hid
           Arts
           to
           kill
           ;
        
         
           Look
           how
           the
           Royal
           Fleets
           stand
           both
           prepar'd
        
         
           To
           act
           so
           much
           more
           than
           the
           Assailors
           dar'd
           ;
        
         
           That
           lest
           they
           should
           in
           Courage
           seem
           behind
           ,
        
         
           Rather
           then
           wave
           the
           Fight
           ,
           they
           'l
           lose
           the
           Wind.
        
         
           But
           least
           the
           Blood
           and
           Horrour
           thou
           must
           paint
           ,
        
         
           In
           such
           a
           dismal
           Fight
           ,
           should
           make
           thee
           faint
           ,
        
         
           Spread
           some
           few
           dashes
           over
           like
           a
           Cloake
           ,
        
         
           And
           hide
           these
           Cruel
           Scenes
           in
           Fire
           and
           Smoake
           :
        
         
           Only
           be
           kind
           to
           every
           Gust
           that
           blew
           ,
        
         
           And
           then
           some
           Brave
           Commander
           set
           in
           view
           .
        
         
           First
           draw
           D'Estrees
           appointed
           to
           receive
        
         
           The
           Charge
           that
           Furious
           Bankaert
           came
           to
           give
           ;
        
         
           Bankaert
           who
           led
           the
           Zealand
           Force
           that
           day
           ,
        
         
           Who
           us'd
           to
           be
           the
           first
           that
           forc'd
           their
           way
           ;
        
         
           But
           with
           that
           glory
           they
           must
           now
           dispence
           ,
        
         
           The
           White
           Flag
           carried
           so
           much
           Innocence
           ,
        
         
           That
           maugre
           all
           opposure
           it
           could
           find
           ,
        
         
           D'Estrees
           't
           is
           said
           charg'd
           through
           and
           Gain'd
           the
           Wind
           ;
        
         
           There
           bravely
           daring
           his
           Proud
           Foe
           he
           stayes
           ,
        
         
           And
           all
           the
           Terrour
           of
           the
           Fight
           surveys
           ;
        
         
           "
           Thus
           Hawks
           by
           hovering
           o're
           their
           heads
           would
           fright
        
         
           "
           The
           hardy
           Bustard
           which
           they
           doubt
           to
           strike
           .
        
         
           Yet
           Estivall
           by
           Partial
           Canon
           fell
           ,
        
         
           And
           prov'd
           not
           like
           his
           Ship
           Invincible
           ,
        
         
           Bevilly
           ,
           Sepville
           ,
           Dailly
           ,
           
             many
             more
          
           ,
        
         
           Gave
           all
           the
           marks
           undaunted
           courage
           wore
           :
        
         
           But
           see
           what
           't
           is
           to
           fight
           'gainst
           Thick-skin'd
           Dutch
           ,
        
         
           They
           seem'd
           not
           t'
           have
           receiv'd
           the
           smallest
           touch
           :
        
         
           "
           Thus
           Fellons
           mark'd
           with
           a
           cold
           Brand
           ,
           will
           shout
           ,
        
         
           "
           Clap
           their
           mouth
           too
           't
           ,
           and
           quickly
           bite
           it
           out
           .
        
         
         
           The
           Prince
           could
           not
           the
           like
           advantage
           find
           ,
        
         
           For
           subtle
           Ruyter
           kept
           too
           close
           the
           Wind
           ;
        
         
           Ruyter
           ,
           who
           long
           his
           Countreys
           Guard
           has
           bin
           ,
        
         
           Piecing
           their
           Lyon's
           tayl
           with
           his
           Fox-skin
           ,
        
         
           The
           Fabius
           of
           the
           Holland
           Commonwealth
           ,
        
         
           Hovering
           in
           clouds
           and
           charging
           foes
           by
           stealth
           ;
        
         
           Who
           making
           Victory
           his
           only
           aime
           ,
        
         
           Judges
           aright
           ,
           Advantage
           is
           no
           shame
           ;
        
         
           Therefore
           for
           it
           with
           setled
           courage
           waites
           ,
        
         
           Then
           acts
           his
           part
           ,
           and
           leaves
           the
           rest
           to
           fates
           .
        
         
           So
           now
           his
           Canon
           on
           the
           Prince
           he
           plyes
           ,
        
         
           Who
           briskly
           fights
           ,
           though
           seemingly
           he
           flyes
           ;
        
         
           And
           whilst
           
             De
             Ruyter
          
           presses
           in
           his
           wake
           ,
        
         
           'Gainst
           so
           much
           odds
           such
           fierce
           returns
           does
           make
           ,
        
         
           As
           all
           th'
           Assailors
           fury
           do's
           Out-doe
           ;
        
         
           For
           who
           dare
           Charge
           the
           Prince
           and
           Soveraigne
           too
           .
        
         
           "
           The
           wary
           on
           advantage
           fight
           secure
           ,
        
         
           "
           But
           he
           is
           brave
           dare
           their
           assaults
           endure
           ;
        
         
           The
           Prince
           do's
           more
           ,
           he
           turns
           and
           Canon
           vyes
           ,
        
         
           And
           with
           his
           louder
           Roarings
           rends
           the
           Skves
           ;
        
         
           Piercing
           the
           Winds
           ,
           De
           Ruyter's
           sides
           he
           galls
           ;
        
         
           But
           here
           the
           brave
           
             La
             Neve
          
           untimely
           falls
           ;
        
         
           And
           Reeves
           greedy
           of
           Honour
           ,
           do's
           obtain
        
         
           It
           ,
           at
           no
           less
           a
           rate
           ,
           but
           much
           more
           pain
           .
        
         
           Mean
           while
           the
           Prince
           is
           so
           encompas'd
           round
           ,
        
         
           That
           Ecchoes
           subalternately
           rebound
        
         
           From
           either
           side
           ,
           Nor
           is
           his
           Stern-chace
           free
           ,
        
         
           "
           
             Glory
             and
             Danger
             still
             Companions
             be
             .
          
        
         
           As
           a
           
             Fierce
             Lioness
          
           prest
           to
           a
           bay
           ,
        
         
           Surrounded
           by
           the
           Hunters
           every
           way
           ,
        
         
           Eager
           to
           save
           her
           Young
           she
           knows
           hard
           by
           ,
        
         
           And
           fears
           to
           danger
           may
           exposed
           ly
           ,
        
         
           Doth
           with
           her
           Horrid
           Roarings
           fill
           the
           Aire
           ,
        
         
           Making
           her
           Tayl
           and
           Sides
           the
           Consort
           bear
           ,
        
         
           With
           Love
           and
           with
           Disdain
           Enraged
           grows
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           one
           Onsett
           Horse
           and
           Man
           o'rethrow's
        
         
         
           Whatever
           dares
           Oppose
           her
           Fury
           ,
           dyes
           ,
        
         
           And
           through
           all
           Hazards
           to
           their
           ayd
           she
           flyes
           .
        
         
           So
           the
           Brave
           PRINCE
           having
           amaz'd
           his
           Foe
           ,
        
         
           And
           knowing
           well
           the
           Care
           that
           Generalls
           owe
        
         
           To
           their
           whole
           Fleet
           ,
           whose
           Safety
           do's
           depend
        
         
           On
           Vigilance
           ,
           looks
           out
           whom
           to
           defend
           ;
        
         
           And
           first
           do's
           down
           to
           Valiant
           Chicheley
           steer
           ,
        
         
           Hard
           set
           by
           Two
           Vice-Admirals
           and
           a
           Rear
           ;
        
         
           Soon
           clearing
           him
           ,
           he
           forward
           takes
           his
           way
           ,
        
         
           Where
           all
           the
           Stress
           of
           this
           Great
           Battail
           lay
           ,
        
         
           Where
           Right
           to
           Worlds
           ,
           rather
           than
           to
           the
           Flag
           ,
        
         
           Seem'd
           hard
           disputed
           between
           Trump
           and
           Spragg
           .
        
         
           "
           Oh
           Painter
           !
           couldst
           thou
           find
           a
           Secret
           art
        
         
           "
           To
           draw
           this
           Fight
           to
           'th
           life
           in
           every
           part
           ,
        
         
           "
           To
           separate
           the
           Fire
           from
           the
           Smoake
           ,
        
         
           "
           And
           clear
           those
           Clouds
           which
           do
           great
           Actions
           choak
           ,
        
         
           "
           The
           fam'd
           Apelles
           should
           thy
           Vassal
           bee
           ,
        
         
           "
           And
           Angelo
           ,
           his
           Pencill
           yield
           to
           thee
           .
        
         
           All
           that
           have
           heard
           from
           the
           loud
           voice
           of
           Fame
           ,
        
         
           Of
           Mighty
           Trumps
           and
           Spragg's
           once
           greater
           Name
           ,
        
         
           Been
           told
           the
           Several
           Hazards
           they
           have
           run
           ;
        
         
           The
           Battails
           One
           has
           lost
           ,
           and
           t'other
           won
           ;
        
         
           Both
           bravely
           ,
           both
           with
           utmost
           Valour
           done
           ;
        
         
           Cannot
           but
           think
           when
           they
           were
           once
           engag'd
           ,
        
         
           The
           Elements
           themselves
           must
           seem
           enrag'd
           ;
        
         
           "
           As
           Friends
           ,
           turn'd
           Rivalls
           in
           a
           Female
           suit
           ,
        
         
           "
           Make
           Iealousie
           from
           Kindness
           spread
           its
           root
           ;
        
         
           "
           Rivalls
           in
           Honour
           the
           same
           course
           pursue
           ,
        
         
           "
           And
           love
           that
           Glory
           which
           they
           would
           undoe
           .
        
         
           Thus
           Spragg
           and
           Trump
           with
           Equal
           Souls
           Endow'd
           ,
        
         
           Thought
           each
           to
           th'
           others
           Glory
           seem'd
           a
           cloud
           :
        
         
           Both
           Hearts
           of
           proof
           ,
           but
           with
           this
           difference
           ,
           Spragg
        
         
           Could
           only
           act
           ,
           Trump
           can
           both
           act
           and
           brag
           .
        
         
           Draw
           them
           then
           ,
           Painter
           ,
           as
           they
           did
           Engage
        
         
           In
           Flames
           their
           Thirsty
           Honour
           to
           asswage
           ,
        
         
           Draw
           Bullets
           making
           through
           each
           others
           side
           ,
        
         
           Harbours
           ,
           where
           Shallops
           might
           in
           safety
           ride
           :
        
         
         
           Till
           Trump
           at
           last
           a
           furious
           Chain-shot
           flings
           ,
        
         
           Gives
           Spragg
           the
           Check
           ,
           and
           cuts
           away
           his
           wings
           ;
        
         
           But
           make
           him
           still
           the
           Battail
           to
           renew
           ,
        
         
           By
           changing
           Ship
           ,
           and
           forcing
           Trump
           to
           't
           too
           .
        
         
           But
           Painter
           ,
           now
           th'
           unlucky
           Pencill
           burn
           ,
        
         
           Or
           in
           unhappy
           sables
           let
           it
           mourn
           ,
        
         
           Curs'd
           be
           those
           shot
           so
           fatally
           did
           range
           .
        
         
           To
           force
           brave
           Spragg
           unto
           a
           second
           Change
           :
        
         
           And
           Trump
           himself
           ,
           if
           he
           's
           to
           Honour
           true
           ,
        
         
           Will
           Execrate
           that
           hand
           the
           Bullet
           threw
           ;
        
         
           Which
           led
           by
           fate
           did
           through
           the
           St.
           George
           flye
           ,
        
         
           And
           made
           an
           Admiral
           in
           a
           Cock-Boat
           dye
           .
        
         
           Trump
           Ignorant
           of
           his
           Rival's
           Fate
           ,
           still
           plyes
        
         
           To
           burn
           the
           unwing'd
           Ship
           ,
           or
           make
           it
           Prize
           ,
        
         
           Briskly
           he
           do's
           on
           its
           Defendants
           bear
           ,
        
         
           But
           found
           ,
           alas
           !
           that
           OSSORY
           was
           there
           ;
        
         
           He
           knew
           his
           Courage
           ,
           and
           from
           Fame
           had
           learn'd
        
         
           How
           Brave
           he
           was
           ,
           and
           yet
           how
           unconcern'd
           :
        
         
           Thought
           it
           no
           blemish
           if
           Retreat
           he
           made
        
         
           Before
           that
           Valour
           ,
           Honour
           only
           sway'd
           .
        
         
           Yet
           e're
           he
           parts
           the
           Henrietta
           Yatch
        
         
           The
           last
           Effects
           was
           of
           his
           Fury
           taught
           ;
        
         
           This
           little
           Vessel
           full
           of
           Spirit
           ,
           Gay
        
         
           Without
           ,
           as
           any
           Lady
           of
           the
           May
           ;
        
         
           Within
           Deckt
           with
           a
           Valiant
           Soul
           ,
           whose
           Heart
        
         
           Could
           not
           admit
           him
           from
           his
           Adm'ral
           part
           ;
        
         
           His
           Love
           adventring
           past
           his
           Strength
           ,
           is
           drencht
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           briny
           Wave
           his
           Passion
           quencht
           .
        
         
           Poor
           Triumph
           !
           where
           the
           odds
           so
           mighty
           were
           ;
        
         
           Yet
           Amsterdam
           shall
           make
           't
           a
           Man
           of
           Warr
           ,
        
         
           Kill
           all
           were
           sav'd
           ,
           but
           ne're
           tell
           how
           the
           rest
        
         
           Strove
           to
           revenge
           so
           small
           a
           thing
           opprest
           .
        
         
           Kempthorne
           who
           in
           all
           Fights
           has
           Wonders
           wrought
           ,
        
         
           Sends
           a
           large
           Ship
           to
           Neptune
           for
           a
           draught
           ;
        
         
           Whilst
           Washbourn
           thinking
           that
           did
           not
           suffice
        
         
           To
           his
           Libation
           adds
           a
           
             Sacrifice
             ▪
          
        
         
         
           But
           who
           can
           every
           single
           Action
           tell
           ,
        
         
           Each
           strove
           in
           Fight
           each
           other
           to
           excell
           ;
        
         
           And
           though
           describing
           it
           exceed
           all
           Art
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           
             Haward
             ,
             Courtney
             ,
             Iennings
          
           ,
           felt
           the
           smart
           .
        
         
           In
           short
           ,
           these
           did
           what
           ever
           Men
           could
           do
           ,
        
         
           But
           wisht
           in
           vain
           Others
           had
           done
           so
           too
           .
        
         
           Mean
           while
           the
           Prince
           again
           renew's
           the
           Fight
           ,
        
         
           And
           holds
           it
           on
           till
           the
           approaching
           Night
           :
        
         
           And
           now
           afresh
           were
           Acts
           of
           Horror
           done
           ,
        
         
           Till
           the
           Dutch
           ,
           tired
           with
           the
           declining
           Sun
           ,
        
         
           Did
           by
           a
           swift
           Retreat
           to
           their
           own
           Coast
        
         
           Confess
           they
           had
           but
           little
           cause
           to
           boast
           ,
        
         
           Acknowledging
           the
           summe
           of
           all
           their
           gain
           ,
        
         
           Was
           Two
           Brave
           Captains
           and
           Three
           Admirals
           slain
           .
        
         
           But
           when
           they
           hear
           how
           Spragg
           and
           Reeves
           are
           gone
           ,
        
         
           They
           'l
           think
           our
           Valour
           still
           by
           theirs
           Out-done
           .
        
         
           Now
           Painter
           do
           but
           draw
           some
           few
           strokes
           more
           ,
        
         
           But
           change
           thy
           Fancy
           from
           the
           Sea
           to
           Shore
           ,
        
         
           Draw
           me
           a
           City
           Coffee-House
           ,
           and
           there
        
         
           Let
           all
           the
           tattling
           croud
           in
           rounds
           appear
           ,
        
         
           Venting
           according
           to
           each
           several
           Vein
           ,
        
         
           The
           Malice
           or
           the
           Whimsey
           of
           their
           Brain
           ;
        
         
           Let
           one
           accuse
           our
           Courage
           ,
           t'other
           show
        
         
           How
           thus
           it
           might
           be
           done
           ,
           or
           so
           ,
           or
           so
           :
        
         
           Whilst
           yet
           so
           Dull
           and
           Ignorant
           they
           bee
           ,
        
         
           Except
           in
           Paint
           ,
           they
           ne're
           saw
           Ship
           nor
           Sea
           ;
        
         
           But
           if
           those
           Mad-brain'd
           Fools
           appear
           in
           sight
           ,
        
         
           Who
           yet
           dare
           argue
           that
           the
           Dutch
           won't
           fight
           ,
        
         
           And
           of
           their
           Folly
           won't
           convicted
           bee
           ,
        
         
           Draw
           me
           an
           Act
           to
           send
           them
           all
           to
           Sea.
           
        
         
           FINIS
        
         
      
    
     
  

