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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A42533	The glorious and living cinque-ports of our fortunate island thrice happy in the persons of His Sacred Majestie, the illustrious and puissant Prince, His Royall Highnesse James Duke of Yorke, the two victorious and loyall generals, their united excellencies, Prince Rupert, and George Duke of Albermarle : the heroick and daring captaines in this signall victory : to whom the author humbly presents this following epinikeon / Edm. Gayton.	Gayton, Edmund, 1608-1666.	1666 (1666)	Wing G412; ESTC R8319	2,778	14

The Glorious and Living CINQVE-PORTS of our fortunate Island Thrice happy in the Persons of HIS SACRED MAIESTIE The Illustrious and Puissant PRINCE His Royall Highnesse IAMES Duke of YORKE The two Victorious and Loyall Generals their United EXCELLENCIES PRINCE RVPERT AND GEORGE Duke of ALBERMARLE The Heroick and Daring Captaines in this Signall VICTORY To whom the Author humbly presents this following EPINIKEON EDM. GAYTON OXON Printed by H. H. 1666. To the KING' 's most Excellent Majesty STill in the Royall Oake let it still be And let her Arms extend to th' breadth o' th' Sea Dare Froggs vermine Antimonarchicall Croke Pannick Thunder or tosse Mimmick ball Against the Tree that 's sacred unto Iove Which do's fear Him not Thunder from above Nor yours below fatt Cyclops slaves to fire Aetna and scorch'd Vesuvius be your hire Deluded Wigeons mere decoys no more Your fausen proud Achitophell adore That water Oracle Otters lift up Your ugly snouts before your farewell Cupp Here is Flap Dragon sent you from the Main And Brandy spouted from the Soveraign Insulting Froggs stand off for the Huge Thing You took to be a logg it proves a King Amands you from her presence which does send You quick unto Proserpina's grimm Friend But hush not one word more no farther on Be mute and hear the Canto of Sr Iohn Be dumb you tinckling Rhimes poor petite things When such a Poet writes and the King sings To his Royal Highnesse IAMES Duke of YORK Lord high Admiral of England OH for a Veine a Fancie Head or Quill Like his that whilom wrote of Cooper's Hill Or such a style as his who colours taught To speak and paint t' engage skirmish brought Yet not that Pen of his Oh a sad work Which lately Panegyrckt our English TVRK Great SIR our Oxford near to Otmore Geese And VVolvercott afford us none of these Such as they are your Highnesse they shall shew And set Your Worth forth to the publick view Let Opdam speak that now with Neptune dwels Condemn'd to Sword-fish in his watry Cells For daring to attaque Your Roall Ship With his unequal and confounded skipp See where he flew in Sulphurous atomes sent To th' Prince of Flames for his most bold attempt Yet he did boast audacious Wretch to sink The Admiral but paid for it I think Princes must die as punisht in first age Not in their proper Persons but by Page Falmouth was thy obliged Proxie dyes For Royal York a surety sacrifice O Noble Widdow weep not for that Head Which lies for ever in Dame Honours bed The Arme-full that you want fair Thetis laies In her own Lap and Tritons work his Bayes But MINGS with swift Revenge did sell his life At such a rate as gratifyd a Wife So home we came with Captiv'd Holland Fleet And JAMES Batavicus we loudly greet So may we shout let thy great Spirit be Our Genius Guardian and Victory To the most equally High and Valiant Prince RUPERT and the Duke of ALBERMARLE the Incorporate Generals of the English Navy SO shine our Castor and our Pollux Rayes Which scatter Vict'ries Triumphant Bayes Brave ominous Conjunction that portends More than Albumazars can tell or fiends The Ephemerides is drunk we laugh To see your Height above the Iacob-staff Look up and view in taile o' th' Waine of Charles Two new-found Lights Ruperts and Albemarls Did ever Fortune before losse of Eyes More justly temper these great Deities Vnto a pondus valiant a rare rate Of which Physitians do but fondly prate That Valour and Successe which on Edg-hill Enter'd the Camp doth rest upon Thee still It is the same with Thee Nephew of Kings To baffle Squadrons as thou once didst Wings MONK with 's Powder doth sublime those loggs Of flesh the Dutch and makes them flying boggs Where 's Negromantick dogg my Dearest Trever Scylla and all her dogs wait on him ever And in his watry Cabin the dog lies And like the Dog-star burns their Skips and Hoyes The Ships are Bone-fires to themselves that light Saves them the charge of Beacons in the Night You Rascals steal no more our English coals Lest your whole Navie burns in Creeks and Holes Remember how you rob the Seas We can Call our selves Vindex of the Ocean Your Sea-rapes and Amboyna's murders stand The dire account of your perfidious land So on the foot you owe our Admirall Your thorough Ruine then 't is All-to mall Vpon the victorious Sea Captaines Generals of Squadrons VVonders in Fire and VVater Flag Officers that never flag'd WHat Lights are these create us a new day Shine like those stars in Via Lactea Streamers and Flaggs of Honour like the taile Of Comets shooting fate where they look pale Our Netherlands have found their influence And now that they 're Low-Countries have a sence You beasts o' th people humbly bring your gelt And save your Dorps let no more blood be spilt Fire hath no mercy your Tar-pawlin jowles Will fry like rashers on New-castle coales Sr Robert's a Prometheus if he pleases He 'l make a Troy of your seven Provinces Yeeld or be ashes straight give up your Borronghs Before you are calcin'd into Gomorrah's And thou Grand Beaufort that hast made a halt To see these fires shalt be a Pile of Salt Poor Undertakers and forlorne in hope When Fleets do yeeld to Faufan and a Sloope The French Armado from the hills o' th Maine As once from land may eene go back again And if you want a driver in the rear Sr Robert make our Valiant Gardiner He and our Oxford Ianes shall give 'um knocks And pepper 'um I 'le warrant to their Pox. To the Valiant Vigorous Loyal and Succesful SOULDIERS in the Royal Navy Red-coats White-coats others wherewith the GENERALS take Dutch-men and Ships as they take Whiting Haddock and Mackarel with pieces of Cloth NOw you have plaid brave Blades your parts Let us play ours us of the Arts Who now in Regulation high Do fling our Caps like you to th' skie We are distinguish'd by our Gowns As you in Squadrons on the Downs And in our new and disciplin'd joyes Know Graduats plaudits from the Boyes Our way of praises are the Hum Which you out-vapor with the Drumm We burn the Faggots piles of Wood And you burn Ships which is as good And Holland Towns for the poor skellum Lament their tosted Cheese and Smell'um The Dog dayes did not hurt your Butter So much as MONK encountring Ruyter Who did so bang and thwack and thump You both you cant tell which is Trump Nay'tis soft whisperd that De-Witte Is stept aside that lesuit And proud and politick Machevael To take some hempen Cordial He might have staid at home the people Would fain have truss'd him in the Steeple For he deceiv'd them with his lies Flying reports for which he flies De-Wit's out-witted for he thought That Albemarle would nere have fought And Rupert both in one tall good Ship but in several Squadrons stood Nor ever did they dream Sr. Robert Should have the plundring of their Cupbord For all the frokens and the froes Most Brawny Wenches fat as Does Do curse him day and night for they Make houses clean we clean away Oh slave saies Mistris Vandermast I 'me burnt even quite below the Wast Holland was never in such plight They thought it Goshen 't was so light Mourning there is for cuts and slashes Yet not in sack nor cloth but ashes For those Sr Roberts men of Cockets Put up in Belly and in pockets I think poor Hogen Mogen Ninnies That Holmes has paid you for your Guinyes And for his polt o' th' pate for Schelling Can tell how divelshly he fell in And made a Bone-fire of a Dorpe that day By which his Souldiers ran away 'T was better so then longer stay FINIS * D' Wit * Olivet * Arthur Trever Counsel to the Prince