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A65998 An essay upon the victory obtained by His Royal Highness the Duke of York, against the Dutch, upon June 3, 1655 by the author of Iter Boreale. Wild, Robert, 1609-1679. 1663 (1663) Wing W2126; ESTC R19144 1,543 1

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AN ESSAY Upon the late VICTORY obtained by His Royal Highness the Duke of York Against the DUTCH upon Iune 3. 1665. By the Author of Iter Boreale GOUT I conjure thee by the powerful Names Of CHARLES and IAMES and their victorious Fames On this great Day set all thy Prisoners free Triumphs command a Goal-Delivery Set them all free leave not a limping Toe From my Lord Chancellors to mine below Unless thou giv'st us leave this day to dance Thou' rt not th' old Loyal Gout but com'st from France 'T is done my grief obeys the Sovereign Charms I feel a Bonfire in my joints which warms And thaws the frozen jelly I am grown Twenty years younger Victory hath done What puzled Physick Give the Dutch a Rout Probatum est 't will cure an English Gout Come then put nimble Socks upon my Feet They shall be Skippers to our Royal Fleet Which now returnes in dances on our Seas A Conqueror above Hyperbole's A Sea which with Bucephalus doth scorn Less than an Alexander should be born On her proud Back but to a Loyal Rein Yields foaming Mouth and bends her curled Main And conscious that she is too strait a stage For Charles to act on swell'd with Loyal Rage Urgeth the Belgick and the Gallick shore To yield more room Her Master must have more Ingratefull Neighbours 't was our kinder Isle With Her own Bloud made Your Geneva Stile Writ in small Print Poor States and sore perplext Swell to the HIGH AND MIGHTY LORDS in Text And can ye be such Snakes to sting that Breast Which in Your Winter gave You Warmth and Rest Poor Flemish Frogs if Your Ambition thirst To swell to English Greatness You will burst Could You believe Our Royal Head would fail To Nod those down who fell before our Tail Or could Your Amsterdam by her commands Make London carry Coals to warm her Hands A bold Attempt Pray practise it no more We sav'd our Coals yet gave you fire good store It is enough The righteous Heavens have now Judg'd the Grand Quarrel betwixt us and you The Sentence is The Surface must be ours But for the bottom of the Sea 't is yours Thither your Opdam with some thousands are Gone down to take possession of your share Methinks I hear great Triton sound a Call And through th' affrighted Ocean summon all His scaly Regiments to come and take Part of that Feast which Charles Their King doth make Where they may glut Revenge quit the old score And feed on those who fed on them before Whom when they have digested who can find Whether they 're fish or flesh or what 's their Kind Van-God Van-Ling Van-Herring will be cry'd About their Streets All Fish so Dutchified Their States may find their Capers in their Dish And meet their Admirals in Butter'd Fish Thus they 'l imbody and encrease their Crew A cunning way to make each Dutch-man two And on themselves they now must feed or fast Their Herring Trade is brought unto its Last To the KING GReat Sir Belov'd of God and Man admit My Loyal zeal to run before my Wit This is my Pens miscarriage not a Birth Her haste hath made her bring blind Puppies forth My aims in this attempt are to provoke And kindle flames more Noble by my smoak My wisp of Straw may set great Wood on Fire And my weak Breath Your Organs may inspire Amongst those Flags y' have taken from the Dutch Command your Denham to hang up his Crutch He is a man both of his Hands and Feet And with great Numbers can Your Navy meet His quicker Eye Your Conquest can survey His Hand York's Temples Crown with flourishing Bay Waller great Poet and true Prophet too Whos 's curious Pencil in Rich Colours drew The Type of this grand Triumph for your view The Fishers like their Herrings bleeding new With the same Hand shall give the World the sights Of what it must expect when England Fights That Son and Heir of Pindars Muse and Fame Your modest Cowley with Your Breath will flame And make those Belgick Beasts who live aspire To fall Your Sacrifice in his pure Fire He shall proclaim Our IAMES great Neptune's Wonder And like a Iove Fighting in Clouds and Thunder Licensed Iune 16. 1665. ROGER L'ESTRANGE Lindon Printed by A. Maxwell for Fabian Stedman at his shop in St. Dunstans Church-yard in Fleetstreet 1665.