[Poems by Wilson in] Handkerchiefs from Paul being pious and consolatory verses of Puritan Massachusetts |
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To God our twice-Revenger.
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To God our twice-Revenger.
We saw, but oh! how sad were we to see,Spains (prouder) Fleet on the proud Ocean spred
An hundred ships there were, & eight times three
Which made it deem'd and nam'd unconquered.
The antient Pilots were amaz'd to see't,
When they beheld this new-huge bodied Fleet.
The Sea with mazed smile saw in her bounds,
All the Earths wealth and honor brought by Ships,
But we all trembled at the frequent sounds
Of Trumpets, Drummes: at naked Swords and Whips,
(Sore threatned) wherewith all the Spaniard fell,
Came arm'd this Brittain Nation to quell.
Our hopes are in alone-torne Ship (befitted,
With fire and Brimstone as her chiefest loade)
She, without guide, is to the winds committed,
And forth with cruel destiny she roade;
[Them and her self with her own flames to spoyle]
Winds serve; she burnt her self, put them to foile.
Here were we cheer,d to see the Ocean maine,
All white before with Sails, now purple grown.
As suddenly with blood of Spaniards slain:
Their Fleet is scattred, and their Ships o're thrown:
Some sink, some burn i th' Sea, and some at last,
After long wandring, on strange Shores are cast.
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