Classic Poem

St ain of thy Country, and thy ancient Name,
Traytor to Honour, and old England 's Shame;
Great Effingham 's Reverse, and Greenvill 's Foil,
Thou dost, vile Dastard, all their Triumphs spoil.
Thy Cowardice disturbs their very Urn,
And is enough to make their Ashes mourn.
Arise, ye noble Ghosts of valiant Drake ,
Frobisher, Cav'ndish, Mountague , and Blake ;
You, who our Neighbour-Navies did confound,
And made our Fame from Sea to Sea resound,
Grieve now to see your Trophies from us torn,
The Sea, your Mistress, helpless and forlorn;
Mourn to behold a lustful proud Poltroon,
Eclypse those Glories you for us have won.