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make out that Character, not pretending to a greater, which I have given them.
To Her Royal Highneſs the Dutchess, on the Memorable Victory gained by the Duke againſt the Hollanders, June the 3d, 1665. And on Her Journey afterwards into the North.
Madam,When, for our ſakes, your Heroe you reſign’dTo ſwelling Seas, and every faithleſs Wind;When you releas’d his Courage, and ſet freeA Valour fatal to the Enemy,You lodg’d your Country’s Cares within your Breaſt(The Manſion where ſoft Love ſhould only reſt :)And ere our Foes abroad were overcome,The nobleſt Conqueſt you had gain’d at home.Ah, what Concerns did both your Souls divide!Your Honour gave us what your Love deny’d:And ’twas for him much eaſier to ſubdueThoſe Foes he ſought with, than to part from you.That glorious Day, which two ſuch Navies ſaw,As each, unmatch’d, might to the World give Law,Neptune, yet doubtful whom he ſhould obey,Held to them both the Trident of the Sea:The Winds were huſh’d, the Waves in Ranks were caſt,As awfully as when God’s People paſt:Thoſe, yet uncertain on whoſe Sails to blow,Theſe, where the Wealth of Nations ought to flow.Then with the Duke your Highneſs rul’d the DayWhile all the Brave did his Command obey,The Fair and Pious under you did pray.How pow’rful are chaſt Vows! the Windand TideYou brib’d to combat on the Engliſh ſide.Thus to your much lov’d Lord you did conveyAn unknown Succour, ſent the neareſt way,
