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The Dutch embargo upon their state fleet, or, Nevves from Holland a poem / by John Crouch.
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Crouch, John, fl. 1660-1681.
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1665
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Wing C7294; ESTC R28582
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THE Dutch Embargo Upon their State FLEET OR Nevvs from Holland A POEM By John Crouch Gent. The second Impression Improv'd LONDON Printed by Edward Crowch dwelling on Snow-hill 1665 THE Dutch Embargo Upon their State-Fleet OR Nevvs from Holland WHere are our Mighty Dutch still Weather-bound Although the Wind has mov'd the Compass round Are the scar'd Foxes lurking in their Holes Or working under-ground like politick Moles Appear and open your vsurious Baggs Pluck up your Breeches or pull down your Flaggs Come with your Giant too you sent of late To mince our coyne and magnifie your State Is old Trumps broome hung up to sweep the Seas Imploy'd to brush off swarmes of Belgick fleas Are you asleep or has our floating Wood Dam'd up the Channells of your Seas and Blood When the warm season calls you out to meet Has your cold Terrors frozen in your Fleet If you have any right or courage come We shall allow you Mare liberum We 'l release all our glorious Selden writ And wave the waighty moments of his Wit The Sea made by our Cause and Valour wide Is narrow'd by your Cowardize and Pride You make a Mare clausum what must we Break up your Bankes to set the Ocean free Let 's to that Controversie put an end Justice or Warre be Eenemy or Freind Ye know what paines your learned Grotius took De jure belli fight or burn his Book Are the States Generall dumb by consent At one Vote of a loyal Parliament Amaz'd that our State Chymists can afford Such vast supplies coyn Millians with a word Is Amsterdam which us'd to be so crank Boasting the rich Mines of her moun'tenous Bank Fal'ne sick not of her Pestilence but guilt Having no innocent blood left to be spilt Or what is worse is the transplanted Plague Remov'd from Amsterdam unto the Hague Where the great Trades-men all their Plots disburse Unite the People and divide their Purse All Artless grown no Pilot fit to steer Where are your souls neither in Heau'ne nor here Do Gunpowder and Brandee mix in vaine To thaw the frozen Region of your braine Are ye afraid the Brittish Oakes ye bought Thinking to break our Ribs before we fought Should with your Guilt sink or your Iudgment burn Or by instinct of Simpathy returne As once our Phenix which a fatal hour Had captivated by unequal power From midst of all your Screech-Owles took her wing And flew home to enjoy a kinder Spring An act rare as the Bird the English will Though sometimes Rebells yet be English still The wiser sound this dis-harmonious pause Your Ships are strong your hearts weak like your Cause VVhere is that fury sunk your Soveraignes Fleets Wrap'd all in flameing Sayles for Winding sheets While freind to both th' amazed Brittish shore Trembled to see her locks bedew'd with Gore None to succeed the generous Vantrump Who fiercely grappl'd with th' omnipotent Rump For so deluded Wights they thought t' have bin But Heaven is more omnipotent than Sin That both were stout is no prodigious thing Rebells will fight with Rebells or a King Restore what ye have gain'd by Fraud and Stealth Pyrats and Robbers of both Indias wealth Hire not the Blacks your Neighbours to betray Whites in your face in soule more Blacks than they Nor catch the Guiny natives with your Ginnes Reform'd more Heathen by your Christian sins When will a Dutch-man in one vessell hold His Honesty and Trade his Faith and Gold While man has mem'ry may that hellish Plott Of curs'd Amboyna never be forgott Where you pretend a treacherous surprize First to betray and then to tyrannize Racks Flames and Tortures all so exquisit Seem'd not to shew your Mallice but your Wit By tedious Torments forcing us confess What we ne're thought Made guilty by distresse For after strict search and a Dutch mans Eye Rub'd with revenge is quick as Iealousie Envy could find no weapons of offence Nothing ro storm your walls but Innocence But you that Jnnocent blood in peace have spilt Doubtless delight to sacrifice to Guilt Are all the Men and Ships destroy'd last Warre Sunk in your mem'ries too no warning scarre Could a poore Epileptick Body dead Without the living infleuence of a Head Your numerous and experienc'd Navies beat Or force them to the shame of a Retreat And shall not Brittains Monarchy doe more Then it 's sick Anarchie had done before Convince us why Republicks Priviledg'd are T' vsurpe the wide Sea and the wider Ayre Is the whole Eastern World your propper due Which Rome ne're had when she had Us and you Yet your Republick is a divers Thing The Romans had two Consuls though no King They durst not start too farr resolv'd to be Within the prospect of a Monarchie The prudence of those sober Ages knew Greater the Monster was the more heads grew Two Persons Rul'd with one misterious Will The Roman State was thus Monarchik still Two Consuls Raign'd One the whole Worke did do Rul'd both the Publick and his fellow too When dire Confusions must in time restore You to the Thraldomes ye bewail'd before Did the communicative Sun create All Spices to make Insence for one State Your Pride and Auerice will worke your bane Where no satiety is there 's little Gaine Graspe what ye well may hold 'T is they extend Too farr who reach their Ruine not their End Though you hold forth a single joynted Hand Your fingers start and disunited stand We all admire Divinity in One But not in every Concrete Vnion You think the Narrow Seas for us too much Yet the whole Globe too little for the Dutch Good Freinds Print Bookes and let the Mapps alone Accoumpt not what you Sell but buy your owne Thus while fair Liberty you give and crave You would be Free to make the World a Slave Tell me then Low-Dutch when you were as bigg With Common-Wealth as ever Sow with Pigg Who your blest Midwife was I trow a Queen Or you had never High and Mighty been Who was it rais'd you to this monstrous Height Taught ye at first not to Rebell but Fight You have forgot our Sydnies and our Veres Our Moncâ— and Oxford Commoners and Peeres Who shed their rich blood for your Infant State First to procure your Freedom than your Hate Doe not so farr degenerate to conclude Your utmost Period with Ingratitude Ingratitude O Heavens Has not that word An edge as sharp as your old Generalls sword Does not that brave heroick Prince's Ghost Stare in your faces tell you all is lost If you with England fight or shall invade Her Royal Rights or check her Popular Trade If you by Spannish Gabells shall annoy Your Fellow Merchants and devest his Boy Tell me ye Men of breeding is it meet Or pleasant for the Head to kiss the feet Does that new Blood quarter'd in every veine His or the High and mighties honour staine Know the young Prince is more than Orange now He may remit Great Brittaine must not bow Be just to Him and Vs the Quarrell ends Silver will soder all and make us freinds May never Pest from Amsterdam remove Till ye restore him to your Faith and Love Meane time our Loyall Duke does kindly waite To know the pleasures of the Mighty State Hopeing this favour you l retaliate too To send him word what Amsterdam will do FINIS