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 Approx. 19 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 7 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2005-12 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A60595 Wing S4258 ESTC R26926 09581612 ocm 09581612 43719 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. 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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 , No means approaching Dangers left to shun , Here all men know ( if they come any more ) Their hands , not feet , must bring them to the shore . Here might be seen a helpless Pine , had got 'Twixt winde and water an unlucky Shot ; But whilest the colder Element steals in , She burns ; then a grand Combate doth begin Between old Neptune and the God of Fire , Till in the conquering Waves he must expire ; Mean while her men need take no care for Graves , Both crackling Flames , and rough devouting Waves Are ready ; Death sits in 's Majestick weeds , The furious Bullets take away their Heads ; Next comes a whistling Chain-shot , sweeps away Hundreds from Vulcans rage into the Sea ; Though different Planets , various Aspects reign'd When they were born , they center in one end . Let antique dayes forget their Actium now , The stout Agrippa and Augustus too , And let the Legends never more be seen Of mad Antonius , or th' Egyptian Queen ; Nor let the Austrian Prince Lepanto name His Naval Conquest , nor the Turkish shame . Audacious Opdam toward the Duke does stear His Gouty Limbs , included in a Chair , Kindly salutes with his Broad-sides , and then His Highness sharply answers him agen ; His ROYAL HIGHNESS on whose Conquering Brow So many Naval Coronets shall grow . Here 's Eight of theirs with Four of ours engag'd ; * Never till now thus dire Bellona rag'd : One Ball by a sad inauspicious blow , Muskerry , Boyl , and loved Falmouth slew , Close by His HIGHNESS , who undaunted stood , Although besprinkled with their purple blood . Now Opdam's wounded , when a happy Shot Alters the Scene , and spoils the present Plot. Oh happy Shot ! whose sure unerring blow Reliev'd His HIGHNESS , and procured too Brave Smith an Honor , and a lasting Name , To live in the Eternal Books of Fame ; Whilest Opdam's End , or th' Oriana's Fate , Shall be lamented by the Hogen State. Now Opdam's Ship takes fire , high thunder spoke , Belching up horrid Waves of flames and smoke , Obnubilating the disturbed Skies , A pitchy Cloud of Powder roaring flies . Not so the vast Enceladus doth roar , Shaking the Basis o' th' Trinacrian shore , VVhen from hot Aetna's subterranean Caves , Huge cinder'd Rocks , curl'd Flames and Fumes he heaves . This Tempest bears up all ; torn Members there Of half-dead Mortals flie i' th yielding Air , Using an Art beyond Dedalian skill , To mount Air 's Regions with no feathered Quill ; Men , Decks , Guns , Tackling , broken Planks and tall Masts , i' th' same Chaos are evolved all ; And into Step-dame Thetis must fall low , As Phaethon into the River Poe. Now might be seen upon the liquid Plain Two Foes , though swimming , fierce t' engage again , Strugling together , till both loose their breath ; Poor souls ! though foes in life , yet friends in death . Two brothers shaking hands forsake the light , Both slain together , take their last Good-night , And dying thus in their own blood they lye , Truely conjoyn'd in Consanguinity . Here 's one whose Arms are gone , ( then useful Limbs ) Yet wanting them ( alas ! ) a while he swims , Thinking to catch kinde Planks ; till out of breath , And wearied , armless he embraceth Death . But you thrice Noble , thrice Illustrious Souls , Whom immaturer Destiny Enrols Dear Victims to your grateful Countreys good , VVho for your KING and Countrey spent your blood , How must we mourn you ! Oh! those colder VVaves VVhereon you dy'd , whereon such horror raves , Are scarce with all their brackish Floods , Supplies Enough to furnish our lamenting Eyes ! These HEROES knew it was a gallant toil To lose their Lives to save their Native Soil . These were our Decii ; let our Matrons mourn , Let th' Peoples Hearts be their eternal Urn ; And , though the chiller Seas Entomb them now . Tell the next Age what they , and theirs do owe To such Deserts ! whilest in a doleful Knell We give our Salve , and our last Farewel . Oh happy Worthies ! if my humble Pen Could here have reacht the old Poetick Strain , You should have lived ! — Yet your lasting Fame Shall be Eterniz'd by a purer Flame . The Dutch thus worsted , and five Admirals slain , Nine taken , Eighteen sunk , they strive to gain The Texel with the rest ; but many come A great way short of their desired Home . But oh ! GREAT SIR , the Title 's due to You , Of Brittains Parent , and its Refuge too ! In Your long , happy , and successful Raign , Saturnian Ages will return again . You many careful Nights ( Great Prince ) do make , That we may all our rest securely take . You by Your Royal Care and Wisdom , know To guard us from our selves , and from our Foe . The proudest Nations on the Globe must Greet , With stooping Sayls , each Vessel of the Fleet ; Whilest by most Potent Princes , YOU alone For the World 's feared Neptune shall be known . And You , Illustrious Sir , by whose great Care And happy Conduct we successful are , How many Naval Honors , Triumphs you , And Rostrate Columns doth your Countrey owe ? A Herd of Sheep with such a Chieftain might Tygers subdue , and Leopards put to flight ; How can the Mastiff e're be conquered , Whilest there 's a Royal Lyon for his Head ? VVhen Thetis saw you furrowing her Plains , VVe may suppose she us'd these kinder strains . Here 's He , whose early Glories do out-run The envy'd Lustre of my VVarlike Son ; Whose worth in Honors-Field one hour declares Greater , than he attained in ten years . And , oh Heroick Prince , your Conduct too Subdues proud Holland , with our Hearts also ; This Happy Victory can do no less , Than Crown your former Labors with Success . Brave Sandwich , Lawson , Ascugh , Holms , their Glory Shall in our Annals have a living Story , With all the rest of those bold Worthies , who Reveng'd their injur'd Countrey on its Foe . And You , the Noblest Patriots , ever were Within those Walls , your wise foreseeing Care , With liberal hearts provide for fresh Supplies , Knowing in Money War's best Sinews lyes . What shall not England now not dare to do , Embrac'd both by her Sovereign and You ? And thou , oh stately City , whose fair face Minerva , Mercury , Bellona grace , Whose Arms and Arts astonish'd Europe owns , Whose Trade the frigid and the torrid Zones , VVhose double-named River kindly brings [ As Tribute ] useful , and all precious things , Rich Indian Harvests , what is rare or strange , Whilest his transparent Stream's the Worlds Exchange , Thy helping hand was here . What though * that 's gone Which bore thy Name ? thy willing heart builds one Greater than She , whom angry Fates no more Resolv'd should terrifie the Belgick shore . Oh may thou flourish still secure from Foes , VVhilest lucid Thames in his Meanders goes Through reedy Banks ; but slowly hast'ning thus , To the Embraces of Oceanus . FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A60595-e450 * King James * Saturday the 3 of June , at three of the Clock in the morning . 1665 * Saturday , 5 in the evening . To His Majesty . To the Duke of York . To Prince Rupert . To the Two Houses of Parliament . To the City of London . * London Frigat .