But sharp remembrance on the English part, And shame of being matched by such a foe, Rouse conscious virtue up in every heart, And seeming to be stronger, makes them so.[172] 191. Nor long the Belgians could that fleet sustain, Which did two generals' fates, and Cæsar's bear; Each several ship a victory did gain, As Rupert or as Albemarle were there. 192. Their battered admiral too soon withdrew, Unthanked by ours for his unfinished fight; But he the minds of his Dutch masters knew, Who called that providence, which we called flight. 193. Never did men more joyfully obey, Or sooner understood the sign to fly; With such alacrity they bore away, As if, to praise them, all the States stood by. 194. O famous leader of the Belgian fleet, Thy monument inscribed such praise shall wear, As Varro, timely flying, once did meet, Because he did not of his Rome despair.[173] 195. Behold that navy, which, a while before, Provoked the tardy English close to fight; Now draw their beaten vessels close to shore, As larks lie dared, to shun the hobbies'[174] flight. 196. Whoe'er would English monuments survey, In other records may our courage know; But let them hide the story of this day, Whose fame was blemished by too base a foe. 197. Or if too busily they will inquire Into a victory, which we disdain; Then let them know, the Belgians did retire, Before the patron saint of injured Spain.[175] 198. Repenting England this revengeful day To Philip's manes[176] did an offering bring; England, which first, by leading them astray, Hatched up rebellion to destroy her king. 199. Our fathers bent their baneful industry, To check a monarchy that slowly grew; But did not France or Holland's fate foresee, Whose rising power to swift dominion flew. 200. In fortune's empire blindly thus we go, And wander after pathless destiny; Whose dark resorts since prudence cannot know, In vain it would provide for what shall be. 201. But whate'er English to the blessed shall go, And the fourth Harry or first Orange meet; Find him disowning of a Bourbon foe, And him detesting a Batavian fleet.[177] 202. Now on their coasts our conquering navy rides, Way-lays their merchants, and their land besets; Each day new wealth without their care provides; They lie asleep with prizes in their nets. 203. So close behind some promontory lie The huge leviathans to attend their prey; And give no chace, but swallow in the fry, Which through their gaping jaws mistake the way. 204.