A POEM, &c.
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For by example most we sinn'd before,
And glass-like clearness mixt with frailty bore.
But since reform'd by what we did amiss,
We by our suff'rings learn to prize our bliss.
Like early Lovers whose unpractis'd hearts
Were long the May-game of malicious arts,
When once they find their Jealousies were vain,
With double heat renew their Fires again.
'Twas this produc'd the Joy, that hurried o're
Such swarms of English to the Neighb'ring shore,
To fetch that Prize, by which Batavia made
So rich amends for our impoverish'd Trade.
Oh had you seen from Schevelines barren Shore,
(Crowded with troops, and barren now no more,)
Afflicted Holland to his Farewel bring
True Sorrow, Holland to regret a King;
While waiting him his Royal Fleet did ride,
And willing Winds to their lowr'd Sails denied.
The wavering Streamers, Flags, and Standart out,
The merry Seamens rude but chearful Shout;
And last the Cannons voice that shook the Skies,
And, as it fares in sudden Extasies,
At once bereft us both of Ears and Eyes.
And glass-like clearness mixt with frailty bore.
But since reform'd by what we did amiss,
We by our suff'rings learn to prize our bliss.
Like early Lovers whose unpractis'd hearts
Were long the May-game of malicious arts,
When once they find their Jealousies were vain,
With double heat renew their Fires again.
'Twas this produc'd the Joy, that hurried o're
Such swarms of English to the Neighb'ring shore,
To fetch that Prize, by which Batavia made
So rich amends for our impoverish'd Trade.
Oh had you seen from Schevelines barren Shore,
(Crowded with troops, and barren now no more,)
Afflicted Holland to his Farewel bring
True Sorrow, Holland to regret a King;
While waiting him his Royal Fleet did ride,
And willing Winds to their lowr'd Sails denied.
The wavering Streamers, Flags, and Standart out,
The merry Seamens rude but chearful Shout;
And last the Cannons voice that shook the Skies,
And, as it fares in sudden Extasies,
At once bereft us both of Ears and Eyes.
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