(21)
Compos'd of Earth and Water too.
But thy Command the Floods obey'd;
Thou all the Wilderness of Water sway'd;
Thou didst but only Wed the Sea
Not make her equal, but a slave to thee.
Neptune himself did bear thy Yoke,
Stooped and trembled at thy Stroke:
He that ruled all the Main
Acknowledg'd thee his Soveraign.
And now the Conquer'd Sea doth pay
More Tribute to thy Thames; than that unto the Sea.
(14)
Till now our Valour did our selves more hurt;
Our Wounds to other Nations were a sport;
And as the Earth, our Land produced
Iron and Steel which should to tear our selves be used.
Our Strength within it self did break,
Like Thundering-Cannons Crack,
And kill those that were nere;
While the Enemies secur'd and untouch't were.
But now our Trumpets thou hast made to sound
Against our Enemies Walls in Foraign-ground,
And yet no Eccho back on us returning found.
England is now the happy peaceful Isle,
And all the World the while
Is exercising Arms and Wars
With forraign or Intestine Jars.
The Torch extinguish't here, we lend to others Oyl,
We give to all, yet know our selves no fear,
We reach the Flame of ruine and of death
Where e're we please Our Swords t'unsheath.
