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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A60595	Ingratitude reveng'd, or, A poem upon the happy victory of His Majesties naval forces against the Dutch, June the 3 and 4, 1665 under the auspicious conduct of His Royal Highness James Duke of York, Lord Admiral of England &c.	Smith, William, fl. 1660-1686.	1665 (1665)	Wing S4258; ESTC R26926	4,807	11

Ingratitude Reveng'd OR A POEM UPON THE HAPPY VICTORY OF HIS Majesties Naval Forces AGAINST THE DUTCH June the 3. and 4. 1665. Under the Auspicious CONDUCT of His ROYAL HIGHNESS JAMES DUKE of YORK Lord High Admiral of England c. Non ego ventosae plebis suffragia venor Contentus paucis lectoribus Horat. LONDON Printed by T. J. for Dixy Page at the Turks-head in Cornhil near the Royal Exchange 1665. TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS JAMES Duke of York Albanie Earl of Ulster Constable of Dover Castle Lord Warden of the Cinque-Ports Governor of the Town of Portsmouth Knight of the most Noble Order of the Garter Lord High Admiral of England Ireland and Wales and the Dominions and Islands thereto belonging of the Town of Calis and Marches of the same of Normandy Gascoigne and Aquitane And One of His Majesties Most Honorable Privy Council May it please Your Highness THough I may be supposed to undertake vainly like him who would needs read Lectures of Martial Stratagems to the Great Carthaginian yet Your Highness his innate Candour and Command in the late Happy Victory obliged me to prostrate these Lines at Your feet And in this Pamphlet is as much dutiful Affection as if it were a greater Volume of the Authors who humbly implores the honour to subscribe himself Your ROYAL HIGHNESS Most obedient Servant William Smith INGRATITUDE REVENGD SCarce had poor Holland baffl'd potent Spain When she usurps upon the spacious Main And oh ingrateful first affronts that Crown Whose Pow'r alone kept her from sinking down Whose kinder pity and relieving grace Stampt High and Mighty on her Brazen-face So the revived Snake seeks to destroy That Life by which she did her own enjoy No sooner had our mis-imployed Sword Dissolv'd their Yoke expell'd their Nat'ral Lord But oh perfidious these Dutch Fisher-men Their Patrons quite forget demonstrate plain How they 'l requite us And our Merchants finde To whom i' th Indies they had been so kinde Their baseness had un-sheath'd our Sov'reign's Blade If th' High and Mighty had not quickly made Humble Requests for Peace which got how soon Broke witness Lantoree and Poleroon And that unparallel'd dire Cruelty AMBOYNA saw of all the Epitomy Not any Heathen any Christian Prince But breaking Leagues they have abused since And if their sly Endeavors had not fail'd The World from Holland must have all retayl'd His Sacred MAJESTY now taking Care A Nest of Pyrats should not Christians scare A Crew of Infidels that domineers In thieving Tunis and in proud Argiers With th' Dutch contracts by joyned Power t' invade These Vile Obstructors of all Publique Trade But oh the like can any Age produce These treacherous Toads with Argiers strikes a Truce Intending to make LONDON stoop as low To pedling Amsterdam as Antwerp now When Reparation's sought for with fresh throngs They do require us of renewed Wrongs And will with Arms and armed Fleets maintain Forgetting their last Fate their Pride again All this yet our Heroick Neptune views With un-disturbed looks no passion shews Yet doth at last with a Majestick Frown Tell them Myn Heer must vail to th' English Crown Now is His ROYAL HIGHNESS out at Sea And wondring Thetis is amaz'd to see Whole Forrests float upon her face Whilest her soft Bosom moving Castles grace Neptune displeas'd to finde his Tritons caught Within a Wooden City lab'ring sought To make 's Escape cryes out Here 's one that reigns O're me and bindes my vaster arms in chains Here 's he who Rules as far as Windes do blow Or winged Fleets upon my Surface go Whose weighty Navies make my shoulders crack Whose daring Subjects plough my ample back Who have toucht all by their Discoveries That rising or that setting Phoebus sees Then his affrighted head th' astonish'd God Sunk down again into his moist Abode Now had kinde Zeph'rus with auspicious Gales Stretch'd out our Canvas fill'd our pregnant Sayls And in triumphant order wafted o're Our well-mann'd Fleet to view the Belgian shore Our still-victorious Flags there riding made The poor Dutch Lyon shrink into a shade Straight angry Corus doth usurp the Deep Their Festivals the wanton Porpus keep Presaging Storms but ours some Tackling lost Recover safe again the Brittish Coast These Storms at last the bragging Dutch bring out Storms or more kinde or cruel is a doubt Which though permitting to joyn with their Friends Hurry'd them on to their approaching ends Unwilling Phoebus slowly hastened As very loth to leave his Eastern Bed Desiring rather to eclipse his Ray Than view the Slaughters of th' ensuing day Heavens smaller Lights then seem'd to cease to burn Dreading the ancient Chaos might return And now our Fleet bears up enrag'd they say That Winds and Ocean were more calm than they The Cyclades you might have then believ'd Torn from their firm Foundations had been heav'd On the rude Waves or that vast Mountains had Strongly 'gainst Mountains there encountered Or two unfixed Towns or floating Woods Or Islands rolling on the curled Floods The War-presaging Trumpet and loud Drum In horrid accents tell the Dutch We come Who after Brandy-wine and Gunpowder Had well provok't their duller Souls draw near Such Morning-Draughts Sarmatians never take Nor those that border on Meotis Lake The Dutch those Cannibals intend t' out-vie As well in Barbarism as in Cruelty The Tyger Lyon Elephant and Bear The Leopard Wolf the Boar the Dog appear Fiercely advancing threatning bloody strife With an aspect far grimmer than the Life Making depressed Amphitrite show A salvage Wilderness or like unto Old Rome's great Circus where these beasts did breathe Their last in acting serious parts of Death The Tempest-breathing Brass soon spoke aloud Muffling Day 's Visage in a dusky cloud Forthwith involving in a sable Cloak Contending Fleets whilest Seas lay hid in smoak And from its angry Mouth fierce Bullets flie Impartial Messengers of Destinie If some old Greek or Roman Poet had But heard this dismal Noise and view'd the sad And never-equall'd Slaughters here no words Had now been left us in the fam'd Records Of Troy or Thebs Ulysses still had lay Forgotten in his Native Ithaca Aeneas too had un-remembred come From the Sigiean shore to Latium Sicilian Aetna ne're had kept such coil Nor the loud Cataracts of Seven mouth'd Nile Fiercely each Ship in a resolved Rage All terrors of grim Death forgot engage Upon each other a tempestuous Shower Of fatal Broad-sides never-ceasing powre Whilest meagre Death but then in Purple clad Is satiated with the wounds they made Cross Charon rails at him with winged feet Because he had not rigg'd him out a Fleet Or tallow'd his old Boat Legions of Ghosts Vex the old Sculler fill the Stygian Coasts The sense of Hearing is by hearing crost All Fear by too much cause of fear is lost The loud-mouth'd Cannons roaring silenc'd then The groans of wounded and of dying men Nought left but Valour here 's no way to run