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england_n	france_n	french_a	king_n	29,861	5	4.6110	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B01951	On the crowing cock and lyon couchant, or, A poem to express the gallantry of our royall chanticlere. The uncertainty of war & cock-fighting. The magnanimity of a brave general and judicious cocker: / writ on the news of the surrender of Namur, in encomium of unparallel'd fortitude and true English valour, recorded in the parable of the game cock, to congratulate his Majesties happy return to London, leaving future success to the disposal of divine providence.	Cater, Gerrard.	1695 (1695)	Wing C1483B; ESTC R175694	2,487	20

GLORIA DEO Finis coronat Opus ON The Crowing Cock And Lyon Couchant OR A POEM To Express the Gallantry of our Royall Chanticlere The uncertainty of Warr Cock-fighting The Magnanimity of a brave General and Judicious Cocker Writ on the NEWS of the Surrender of NAMUR in Incomium of Unparalell'd Fortitude and true English Valour Recorded in the Parable of the Game Cock to Congratulate His Majesties Happy Return to London leaving future Success to the disposal of Divine Providence THE King of Beasts doth Couch and Tremble here And dreads the Challenge of our Chanticlere As Monsieur doth our British Monarch fear The Epedemick Leo knew no bound And would devour even Satan like around Till daring Russel caught him in his Pound His vain Ambition strikes at all above Would be Earths Emp'rour and the World 's great Jove A Christian Monarch in a double Sence With Laws Divine and Humane can dispence Enslaves his Subjects scorns all Piety Both to Promote and masque his Tyranny Interest his Idol is his Money Charms The Power of War and Conquers more than Arms Heav'n grant to King and Parliament such Coin That all may fight like us like us may joyn T' increase our Victories whilst his decline Thus the great Monarch's Pride his vast desire Will like vain Phaeton in Flames expire With points of War he cannot well dispence Or dares to fight no not in his defence But on Advantage with brave Insolence The innate Virtue of our Faiths Defender Makes Lewis l'Ore and great Forts Surrender Gallus Gallinaceus France his Dunghil Cock With Poop unsavoury and Langue-Dock To our Game Warriour is oblig'd to knock Some love to set their Neighbours by the Ears But dread a change when horred Death appears Proud Kings and Tyrants Athist God deny Prove greatest Cowards when they come to dye So Gallick Cock once try'd by narrow heel Of Brittain's Chanticleres as true as steel Will start and dance like Crow in Gutter strut And give his head for Cock's-Comb to be cut With fallen Hackle Courage down must creep Shoot Pit by Land and strike Sail on the deep We dread no Colours scorn all Aesop's Breed And stomacks have to fight as well as feed Whilst God's with us proud Lucifer must bleed Ride Triumph o're his Coasts the Name of Wills Make Monsieur scamper on their own Dunghils And send Victorious Ecchoes to their Hills We Crowing stand with shrill and lowder cries Then e're was Eccow'd yet from rended Skyes Our Youth and Fortitude speak Victories Our Royal Cock in Battle takes delight To stimulate his Combitants to Fight We hit at Sparring Blows but French Sa Sa Is a short flying flurt English Huzza Makes Lyons tremble great ones run away And Forts Impregnable our Arms obey France shew'd their Teeth and meanly did oblige Our Conquest to attest not raise the Siege Whilst Villeroy with many thousand Men Did as they wont march down the Hill again Like Nero view'd the Flames ne're struck a stroak T' our Haughtboys Danc'd and vanished in Smoak When our Great Victor bravely cross'd the Boyn Where French and Irish did against him joyn He view'd their Arms and boldly said March on No sooner said but he the Battle won Thus Royal Presence with true Courage clad Vanquish'd his Foes and made his Subject glad Gallick Bellona like the Grecian Dame Astonish'd at Namur's most dreadful Flame Yielded the Fort but did her Flowers retain In hopes of Resurrection from the Main Where e're Great VVilliam doth in Arms appear The Flower-de-Luces fade the Mightiest fear England's Plum'd Hero will hold out to th' end As well-bred Steed upon the Spur will mend Give Stab for Stab both weak expiring lie Will yet look Blows within each others Eye A well-bred Branch of War will not refuse To Fight altho' by chance the best may loose Sometimes the knockt-down Foe dead in a Trance Hazards a Blow and makes the Devil dance And then the Ten-pound Bett he doth confound The Battle wins with Honour he is Crown'd Even after Death he sent the nicking Blow And left in Honour's Bed his Bleeding Foe Great Odds were lost when Fortunatus Fought it And gave the Bag unto a Who-had-thought-it But lo Namur's Re-gained not by a Chance By Blows true Fight God's Wrath Impending France Our Victor's Trumpets make Grand Mounsieur dance WILLIAM's the Cock of Game who bids Defie on Most Christian Monarch Turk and Roaring Lyon Bouflieurs at Head on 's Arms at Royal Pleasure Is made a Pledge to Ransom England's Treasure Our Albion Sons of Mars are by good Fate Now free to March nay Enter Paris Gate Whilst Gallick Tyrant may prove Abdicate To the King of Kings French Jupiter must quake When English Arms doth make all Europe shake Our Hackles tite the Lyon's Tail is down An ominous Presage to th' French King's Crown We treat with Sword in Hand will hear no Truce Wait Heav'n's Fiat for the Flower-de-Luce When Swords to Plowshares turn who wins the Crown A Conquerour Reviv'd stands on Renown THERE was of late and from the German Stock A large and beautiful but wond'rous Cock A spacious Orange did his Crest adorn From whence there issued out at top a Horn. While yet that Prince who does his glorious Name From that known Title by his Valour claim And had not yet acquired by his Sword That nobler Style of Albion's Great Lord This lived But when Great William took our Throne It languish'd and streight died Fate here does own By this strange Omen that the Brave Nassaw Who only once did keep the Dutch in awe Now in possession of a Diadem Those smaller Dominations should Contemn The Prince who set a mighty King does rise A true Asserter of our Liberties The N-E-W-S must spread that France who aim'd at all And did design to bring our World in Thrall With soaring Icarus 〈…〉 The CONCLUSION THE Covetous and most Opinionate Oft meet i th' Fortune's frowns the Gamester great Judiciously can Cock above Cross Fate And wants not Courage to be Fortunate Fortitude ne'er fails Bold Britain's Cocker And is as serviceable to Love's Smocker But He by Heav'n is called to fight God's Cause Preserve Religion Liberties and Laws O're Death and Satan Croweth and shall be The World 's Grand Victor to Eternity The Man of God whose Sword at Trumpet sounds Victorious Triumphs writes in Blood and Wounds With Peace and Plenty Christendom abounds The Loyal Wish MAY Fate with Honour and with Laurels Crown Our Mighty HERO till his vast Renown Through all the Spacious Globe his Worth resound May his Victorious Arms extend as far As from the Eastern to the Western Star Till He with Glory to his Albion come Like Great Augustus to Victorious Rome And thus to us in Triumph does advance From the Sav'd Netherlands and Conquer'd France AMEN Finis Coronat Opus Epigram IN Eighty-Eight Spain sent a Vast Armado In Ninety-Two the French made their Bravado The Attempt of both did equally prove vain France bragg'd as much and lost no less than Spain Grand Lewis Royal Sun is Sett at last And Namur all their Day-light overcast By a True Cocker And no less Loyal Subject Gerrard Cater Esq