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The Dutch armado a meer bravado. A poem upon the late engagement at sea. / By the author of the Dutch embargo.
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Crouch, John, fl. 1660-1681.
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1665
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Wing D2895; Interim Tract Supplement Guide Lutt.III[84]; ESTC R226315
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The Dutch Armado A meer Bravado A POEM upon the Late Engagement at Sea By the Author of the Dutch Embargo Non nos ampullas AFter a strict Embargo on Their Fleet The Dutch inrag'd with Brandy-valour meet Like a deaf Fidler tedious large and long Whose tuning takes up more time than his Song Or like a thick rim'd Bull when Goads and Stroaks His sullen Humor into Rage provokes In Crescent form the furious Turks began Resolv'd t' appear at least half Christian But soon the English broke the Belgick Bow May the Venetian break the Ottoman so Both Parties mixt maintain a Noble strife To purchase Vict'ry with the sale of Life Guns like their Hearts with national heats inspir'd The airy Arch into an Oven fir'd The sing'd Birds to the upper Region fly For cool Protection or i' th' lower dye The Fish down to the boyling bottoms shrink And there like Dutch for Water Brandy drink Vex'd Canons like Perillus Engine roar And with import'nate violence seem t' implore Heaven to decide so vocal a contest In such fair and Illustrious Colours drest Had this been Ages since a Roman Wonder 'T had taught their Ethnick Jove new Modes of Thunder The English tir'd with the least Interval For a more expeditious Conflict call Resolv'd at length as the Old Story goes The Romans serv'd their Carthaginian Foes To Grapple in close Fight make the Dutch stand As firm at Sea as if they fought on Land The Monsieur who devoted his fine Blood Not to the Holland cause but Neighbour-hood Was at a losse with tortur'd eye-brows gaz'd Never at any Mistriss so amaz'd Frolick at first as if he came to hunt For Mer-maids but met no venereal brunt Venus was gone and lay in Mars his Arms As Fortune did i' th' Dukes with Nobler charms Must stand or fall things he 's not us'd to do Can He but run with six Legs or with two Fir'd over board the Poor petit French-man Frisk like a Flounder lep't from frying Pan. Now Muskets more Blood than the Canons spill Whilst Swords some Dutch with meer reflections kill Both sides engage with free expence of breath As sworn to conquer not their Foes but death Opdam falls like a grave Judge from his Chair Is after coach'd in Flames into the Air. Lepanto's force compar'd to this dread sight Was a faint skirmish or a painted fight Two opposite Religions struggled there Christian with Turk Christian with Christian here Protestant with Protestant a worse Fight Than Bell and Dragon Pope and Hugonite When two cross Elements for Mastery strive One dyes that so the other may survive So kinder distance oft a quarrel ends Continued by Antipathy of Friends Opdam thus blown up in both Navies eye That Giant of the Dutch Theomachy Loath to give up at once their boasted might The Hollanders like wary Parthians fight At length as night to day are forc'd to yield And quit their Stations in the Liquid Field While the astonish'd Sea in horrour stood Discoloured with two tinctures Flames and Blood There might you see dismember'd men appear Floating in shoals no hope nor Harbour neer Had only this perswasive to rejoice That of two certain deaths they had their choice But newly scorcht with Flames they were content To breath out in a cooler Element Had you but seen beside the sunk and slain Those swarms of desp'rate Swimmers in the Main Astonisht then both Fleets you would have said Was into Fishes metamorphosed Great Duke thou care of Heaven hadst no defence But a just Cause guarded by Providence How did your courage the whole Fleet inspire And coldest breasts to fearless Actions fire What sence of manhood wrought for Spain and France Honour would for your Native soil advance You skermish'd only as a Soldier there Fought now as a concern'd Proprietere Was here to nothing but your self unkind When for exchange of deaths you left behind Dear Relatives a Brother and a King A Royal Mother and a nearer THING The vertuous Dutchesse whose blest Prayers and tears Redeem'd your life and ransom'd all our fears Some great ones fell t' instruct us by their fate We honour love which our base enemies hate A double glory from their falls did rise To be their Countries and your Sacrifice O may the hearts of these three Nations burn One entire Holocaust for your Return Brave Rupert whose high and yet humble spirit Disguis'd the Prince distinguish'd by his merit May the convinc'd world never more be rude To check your just fame by ingratitude The English who in former times we find So civil and so hospitably kind ' Gainst strangers now a prejudice have rais'd All may be Virtuosi but none prais'd Had all the Champions of our vanquisht Cause Who fought for honour liberty and Laws Been stout as you a glorious Wight now dead Had kept four Crowns and his more precious head Methink I hear some interrupting voice Whisper your worsted Enemies rejoice Oh let them laugh that win let 'em make squibs Thank Heaven and us for threshing their Whale-ribs A fool will soon conjecture it goes ill With him that 's bruis'd and is not sensible What need they Conquer whose unhallowed Bells Can cant a Vict'ry when they should ring knells Who can their Froes with faigned bonefires greet And mock the real bonefires of their Fleet. Well seldome game so lost but Losers make One trick The Conquer'd from their Conquerors take Fortune was pleasant when she lent the Dutch Our CHARITY a thing they wanted much London printed for Thomas Palmer at the Crown in Westminster-Hall 1665.