BELGIAES' TROUBLES, AND TRIUMPHS. WHEREIN ARE TRULY and Historically related all the most famous Occurrences, which have happened between the Spaniards, and Hollanders in these last four year's Wars of the Netherlands, with other Accidents, which have had relation unto them, as the Battles of Fleurie, and Statloo, the loss of Gulicke and Breda, the Sieges of Sluice and Bergen, the Conquest of St. Saluador in Brasilia, and the taking of Goffe. by Charles Lambert, etc.  
Written by WILLIAM CROSS, master of Arts of St. Marry Hall in Oxford, and sometimes Chaplain unto Colonel Ogle in the Netherlands.  
LONDON, Printed by AUGUSTINE MATHEWES, and JOHN NORTON, 1625.   

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, AND TRVELY noble Lords, the Earl of ESSEX, and my Lord MOUNTIOY, William Cross wisheth the increase of Temporal, and the fullness of Spiritual happiness.  
MOst Illustrious Lords, amongst all the List of our Time-worthies, I could find none to whom I might consecrate this First part of Belgiaes' Troubles and Triumphs, sooner than to your Honoured selves, as being the Sons of two so Noble, and high-deseruing Fathers, the Mirrors of these latter Ages; whose Examples concurring with the inbred virtue of your own Dispositions, invite you to the Patronage of Arts, to the Profession and Exercise of Arms: the former you have manifested by your Munificence; the latter, by the free adventure of your own Persons: as you my Lord of Essex, at your first ascent into the Palatinate, for your Engagements in the Service of the Netherlands, your and last attending with much Constancy and Valour, in the troublesome Leaguers of Meede, and Rosendale. And you my Lord Montioy, for your worth and Nobleness, exemplified at the Siege of Bergen op Zoom, for the rescuing of Monsieur Breoutees Body from the Spaniards at Meede Leaguer near Breda, and for the continual perseverance in your Noble Resolutions, and heroical Endeavours: The Author doubts that malicious Criticism may haunt and ghost this impartial Poem, which glorifies our English Nation, according to their condign merits, a thing omitted by the Dutch and French Writers, who give enough unto themselves, but unto us too little attributes of Honour. For these causes he seeks to shelter this Fraught under the Lee of your Protections, which if he obtains, by means of your Noble Grants, he shall for ever rest  
The devoted Servant of your Lordships William Cross   

BELGIA'S TROUBLES AND TRIUMPHS.  
The first Book.  
THE ARGUMENT.  
IN this part continued from the beginning of the year of our Lord God, 1621., unto the Ascension of our Saviour, in the year 1622, are contained the expiration of the last Truce, with a Proposition of a new Treaty; which the States reject, because the Spaniards would not acknowledge them for free States in this Treaty. The preparations of both sides for war. The meeting of our Troops at Skenckesconce. Their cruel March from thence to Dornicke. The terrible Sickness which reigned in our Army. The imbattailing of our Foot-Companies on the North side of Dornicke. Grave Henricks fortunate escape from four Cornets of the enemy's Horse. The burning of his Lodgings and Stables by a casual fire. Spinolaes' opposition against the Prince of Orange's forces. Vanderbercks' taking of Gulicke, and Inigoes' repulse at Sluice: together with the burning of 50 Dorps in little Brabant by the State's Army, and the taking of the Governor of Angola Prisoner by the Flushingers.  
AFter the calms of sweet-contenting Peace  
Well passed were, and that luxurious ease  
Had gripped on those Arms, which fight were,  
Imbrued with blood, with danger, death & fear;  
Bellona storming with a fatal rage,  
Out of th'infernal Cells calls forth a Page,  
Fell Discord hight, with whom she thus doth treat:  
Do not thy trembling veins dear Discord sweat  
Whole storms of wrath? for that neglected war  
Crestfallen mourns in peace; and that, that bar  
Of milksop Treaties stops our raging Arms,  
Stained with the blood of Belgiaes' former harms.  
Behold that swelling State; observe and look,  
How proudly she having the chains off shaken  
Of Castile's thraldom, life's in pleasing rest,  
And roaves from Holland to the farthest West,  
Spreading her tail unto 
The West Indies were first discovered by Columbus.  that Indian Maine,  
Found by Columbus for Gold-thirsting Spain.  
I long to drink her blood, and to entomb  
Her gored carkeise in my gaping womb:  
Rather let heaps of men, let millions die,  
Then my bloodthirsty soul should want supply.  
Thinkest thou that Turnholts field where 
These three places in the Netherlands were famous for those fights which have been made in them.  thousands fell,  
Of slaughtered bodies could my longing quell?  
Or famous Ostend, which for three year's space  
Maintained that siege, which did the world amaze?  
Or that same blood, which fertilized the sand,  
That Mountain like doth rise on Newports Strand?  
These were but drops unto my dropsy soul,  
Which drinking still doth thirst; go fill my bowl  
Brim full with vengeance, which I mean to pour  
In storms of blood on Belgiaes' fruitful shore.  
There's liquor yet within the sacred veins  
Of great heroic Spirits, that remains  
An object for my lust: there are the 
My Lord of Oxford, Sir Horace, and Sir Edward Vere.  Veares,  
Three thunderbolts of war, whose courage dares  
T'affront whole Squadrons; there is Cecil brave,  
These would I have to make the field their grave.  
With these time-honoured 
The Ogles of Lincolnshire came from the Ogles of Northumberland.  Ogle let me place,  
A Branch sprung from Northumbrian Ogles race,  
And valiant Mountioy, who to blunt's great house  
Fresh glory gives; with these then join and rouse  
Saintleger, Conway, Burrowes, and the rest,  
Whose daring valour fitly may contest  
With Rome's old Minions; let their whetted Arms  
Upon thy summons take on fresh Alarms.  
And since for richer streams of Prince's blood,  
My soul doth long to drink a crimson flood, 
A Horslee● or Bloodsu●   
Hirudo-like, fain would I suck the veins  
Of great Nassaw, which with their moving strains  
Give life unto the members of that State,  
Who with their power the Spanish pride do mate.  
With this fierce Discord moved, breaks all the bars  
Of sleeping Peace, and sets discordant jars,  
Doubtful suspicions, jealous lurking fears,  
Fresh boiling in the breasts of 
Belgia signifies the N●therlands.  Belgiaes' Peers.  
Nor doth she rest, but to increase the fire,  
Adds fuel to the flames, joins pride with ire,  
Malice with false, but yet pretended wrong,  
With which she makes the Spaniard to prolong  
Treaties in show; but yet inflames his spirit,  
With force to tame th'united Cantons might.  
The cause grew thus, there were of colder blood,  
Who aimed at Peace, and at the public good,  
Unwilling that the Christians civil jars,  
Should breed domestic, and intestine wars.  
These men persuade a parley, both condescend,  
But dissonant, removed from concord's end.  
For Philip deeming that the twelve year's truce, 
The King 〈◊〉 Spain.   
Did but the lustre of his Right abuse,  
And that the web of Barnevelts design,  
Proved Fortunes scorn, an unsprung fruitless Mine:  
Besides, being vrg'don by the firm Decree  
Of his own Counsel, and the Roman See,  
And by their Engines taught, th' Ignatian crew, 
The Iesui●●●   
That 'twere more honour Belgia to subdue,  
Then for to conquer from the Midland-Sea  
The vast extent of Sunburnt Barbary,  
Unto those sandy Deserts, that 
Levant signifies East, o●●ny place E●ward.  Levant,  
Whereas in troops th'Alarbian Rovers haunt:  
Then to display their Ensigns on the Towers  
Of proud Bizantiums' Sultanized bowers  
Or subjugated all Greciaes' fruitful land,  
From Hemus top to Hellespontus' Strand.  
These causes joined with his Titles prise,  
Fair seeming to some rash beholder's eyes,  
By which he claims from Burgundy's descent,  
Power absolute, and supereminent,  
Like fatal motives, did still animate,  
The Spanish King, and Austriaes' Potentate,  
To seek out wars in peace, and Treaties fain,  
By which they might time and occasion gain.  
True Spanish wiles, of Gondamars' own draught,  
By which they have French, Dutch, and English caught,  
And won so many Sceptres, so much ground,  
By their forged Parlays, false deluding sound,  
Prevailing more with the Volponees case,  

Read Guich. lib. 26.  Then e'er they could win with the Lion's face.  
Thus did they wrest forth of the Frenchmens hands,  
Siciliaes' crested Hills, Calabriaes' lands,  
Sweet Piemounts' Valleys, and those fruitful plains,  
Which Thesin waters with his Crystal veins;  
All those fair Regions, which extended lie  
From th' Alpine Mountains unto Tuscanie.  
With this old Spanish trick they gave the foil  

Frederick the Prince Palatine.  To Princely Frederick, and with Beamelands' spoil  
Loading their hungry Troops, enforced the Rhine  
To quit his Tribute to the Palatine.  
With the fair semblance of this glorious gloze,  
They thought th' entangled Hollanders to close,  
A Nation learned in their castilian drifts,  
Their policies and Spaniolized shifts.  

The Archduke Albertus.  For Albert doth propound Conditions fair,  
But Iudgement-weighed politic verbal air.  
he'll seem t' acknowledge these free men for free,  
Yet manumised by force to liberty.  
he'll treat with them, as treating with free States,  
They being not so, but this disanimates  

Nullum simile est idem.  Them from all parley; for nothing likes the same,  
Quoth they, and then shall we leave freedoms name.  
Shall we be seeming slaves, and lose that good,  
Which we have purchased with our dearest blood?  
Shall we to Spanish thraldom chain our necks,  
And basely stoop to those Imperial becks  
Of Austriaes' House? whose  ambitions fire,  
To th' Europeian Empire doth aspire,  
And seeks to give the Law to all those Nations,  
Which in this Climate hold their habitations.  
Why should not we be dealt with as the Swiss, 
Three free Commonwealths, and so acknowledged.   
Whose freedom sure and undependant is?  
Or as the rugged Grison, who doth plough  
The cragged Valtolinaes' bending brow?  
Or that Venetian Sea-commanding State,  
To balance Austriaes' power ordained by Fate?  
We are as free as Grison, Swiss, or She,  
That o'er the Seas claims wedded Sovereignty.  
Our Forces are as potent on both Manes  
In Shipping, men, and th' unexhausted veins  
Of our 
Exchequers, 〈◊〉 Treasuries.  Cantoors, the Sinews by which war  
Supported is, and Kingdoms strengthened are.  
Our Carbins' mounted on their Frieseland Steeds  
Are matchless pressed at all assays and needs.  
Our Foot are brave well disciplined to fight,  
Equal to th' ancient Greekish Phalangite.  
Our Magazines are filled with Munition,  
Stuffed with store, and swelling with provision,  
Besides our Ships now Dockt within the Ports,  
Our moving Bulwarks, and our flying Forts,  
Like to the Persian Fleet obscure the sky,  
Shadow the earth, and with their wings can fly,  
Forth from those Seas, that beat on Amsterdam,  
Unto the farthest straits of Magellan,  
To the Moluccoes, Ginee, and that shore,  
From whence Castille transports her golden Oar,  
With which she buys false hearts, and doth unlock  
The strongest gates without Bellona's shock.  
Then like to brave Tuiscoes' sons let's arm, 
Tuisco the father of Duchmen.   
And choose the less, to shun the greater harm.  
With this both parties leave their parling words,  
Both Arm, and fall to right deciding Swords,  
By which as by their Peers they mean to try  
Which side should have the lawful victory.  
The Spanish Galeouns which vnrigged had lied  
Ever since our far-famed Eliza died.  
Those great 
Ships of war  Armadaes which for England stood  
In Eighty eight, and like some Seaborn wood,  
Coasted from Plymouth to that narrow Sound,  
Where Neptune's surge from Dunkirk doth rebound;  
When Howard, Cross, and Hawkins did repel  
That Western storm, which on our Regions fell,  
Commanded are to take the curled Main  
Of foamy Neptune, and to entertain  
The Hollanders with their broad-sided Tires,  
Like Aetna, spewing forth infernal fires.  
The 
Tertio in Spanish signifies a Regiment.  Tertioes' old, which Garrisoned did lie  
In Naples, Sicill, and in Lombardy,  
In the Maiorcan, and Sardinian Isle,  
Once 
Read Livy, lib. 23 about the end.  famous for the Carthaginians foil,  
Receive strict orders, and most strong commands  
To pass th' Alps, and towards the Netherlands,  
With running Marches for to bend their course,  
Albertus' Army there to reinforce.  
Nor do the Dutch like Lethargists' secure,  
Sleep being pricked, but do their minds inure  
To all preventions, policies, and care,  
By which they may Castile's attempts outdare,  
And give the check to all their proud designs,  
Their fearful plots, and dangerous new-sprung Mines;  
And since upon defence that people stands,  
Which dwells within the watery Netherlands,  
Committees chosen are to view the Ports,  
Their Sconces, Towns, and all their frontier Forts,  
From Raise, and Embricke, and those Eastern Verges,  
Where Rhine doth meet with Issells billowing surges,  
Unto the Rammekins, Flushing, and Briels' head,  
Seated upon the Western Ocean's bed.  
The like they do to Groningue on the North,  
And all that bending Frontier, which runs forth,  
From cold East-Friseland, and 
The river of Ems divideth East and West Friesland.  Ems frozen face,  
Southwards to Waal, and Brabant bordering Mase.  
Those full-mouthed Canons, which at Newports field  
Enforced th' Albertine Regiments to yield,  
And with their 
Cases of Tin filled full of Musket bullets  Tarlin shot discharged sure,  
Made the Sand-hills a common sepulture  
For those hot bloods, which never could agree,  
Nor sympathize in congruous quality,  
New mounted are, and ready for to make  
Upon their foes a second Flanders Slate.  
Their high-proofe Armours for their temper equal  
To 
At Milan and Sirrah are exceeding good Armours made,  Milan's making, and to Sirrah mettle,  
Their Corslets strong, in which their armed Pike  
Immured stands prepared to save or strike,  
Swords, Carbins', Muskets, Instruments of fire  
New furbisht are, to wreak their thundering ire.  
Their winged Ships, the glory of their Arms,  
From whom th' Iberians have received such harms,  
Famous for their Sea-fights made near the Key  
Of rich Saint Lukars, and t' Hanannaes' Bay,  
New calked are within their ouzie Dockes,  
T' encounter Castile's, and fierce Neptune's shocks.  
And since that those Laconian walls of bones,  
More stronger are then Rampired Earth or Stones.  
And since that all defensive means are frail,  
If Maniples of armed Soldiers fail,  
They send for reinforcements and supplies  
From England, Scotland, France, and their Allies,  

Switzerland.  THE Helvetian Cantons, and those Germane Peers,  
Whom Austriaes' greatness fills with jealous fears.  
Thus Belgia being armed, and thus prepared,  
For self-defence against Invasions made;  
Orders were given to their trained Bands  
Of Horse and Foot their choicest 
Vetera●●e signifies an old Soldier.  Veteranes,  
When as that dreadful storm began to fall,  
Which menaced the united Belgians thrall,  
To take the Maze, and swallow swifter Rhine,  
In their Samroses forced with horse and wind  
Against the current of that purling flood,  
Which near 
Brisach, a small town in Switzerland.  Brisach leaves Danowe's neighbourhood,  
And runs along from out his Mountain source,  
Unto the Ocean with a Western course.  
The Randeuow's appointed near the Banks  
Of Wahal, beating on the Southern flanks  

The Rhine.  Of Skenks-Sconce, where this prince of Germane torrents  
Divides itself into two several currents,  
And angry roaring runs into the Sea,  
Because the Land parts Wahals' company;  
Which to revenge, when Winter once doth frown,  
He yearly doth the 
A part of Guelderland, lying near the Rhine.  Betowes Surface drown.  
The time when as our brave Battalions met,  
Was when the Sun in Virgoes lap doth set,  
When mortals Ceres inn to make them bread,  
And press down Bacchus' fruits with clusters red;  
'twas Augusts month, ere the Nassavians marched  
To Gravenweert, or Spaniards counter, marched  
From Flanders, and from 
The Wall●un Countries.  Walchland, where are spun  
The finest Cambrics by the Belgian Nun.  
Then after three days in that Station spent,  
Wherein we looked for Friselands' Regiment,  
And th' Amber-tressed Frisons being come  
From Franekaa; and from their Northern home,  
Through Issels Channel to that neck of land,  
Where all our Ships, and all our Troops did stand.  
Our Drums do sound a March, our Ensigns fly,  
And with their Serean colours beat the sky,  
Our men dismarch, and pass Rhines slimy ridge  
Upon their 
Made of Punts.  Punted-new-compacted Bridge.  
Thence leaving Eltam on the left hand file,  
After the passage of a Germane mile,  
We doubled Embricks Turrets mounted high,  
Which opposite to famous Cleeve do lie.  
From thence we came to 
Dornicke, a small village in Cleveland.  Dornicks Champion fields,  
Which store of Corn, and Pulse abundance yields,  
Where we dislodged West-cleavelands sturdy Boors  
From house and home, and fed upon their stores.  
That day th' Heavens poured cataracts of showers  
Forth of Aquarius Tempest-breeding bowers  
Upon those Sands, whereon with tired pace,  
Our bodies did the storm itself outface.  
So that not only out 
Fresh water Soldiers.  Besonioes' faint  
With this disgust, which did our Squadrons taint  
With following Fevers, Agues, and Catarrhs,  
With Leaguer Murraines, forced from the jars  
Of angry Nature; but th' old Phalangites,  
The best Musketeers, and the bravest Pikes,  
Whom never showers of bullets could affright  
At Newport, Ostend, nor are Turnholts fight;  
Amazed with this Tempest, make a stand,  
Upon the Surface of the tiring sand,  
And lean upon their bended knees and arms,  
Disconsolate for self's, and others harms.  
So that if ever Conon's warlike host,  
Pursued at large from th' Aquileian coast, 
Concerning these two long Retreats, read Sir Walter Rauleighs History of the World.   
By Theodosius Revenge breathing rage,  
Whom floods of blood, nor slaughtered heaps could suage,  
Being led by that bold Britain's sure command,  
Through rich Italiaes tract, and Galliaes' Land,  
To that sweet shore, which opposite doth lie  
Unto the Cliffs of Charles blest Brittany,  
Had ever day, wherein the storming sky  
Distilled his anger on mortality.  
If ever that time-honoured Bhalanx had  
A day tempestuous, ominous and sad,  
When they retired above two thousand miles,  
Maugre the Persians force-supported wiles;  
From that high land which lies beyond the Verges  
Of pearld Euphrates Arrow-swifter surges,  
Unto the banks of Euxin, and that flood  
Of Phasis, where free Trapizond then stood.  
If e'er (I say) they suffered Heavens frown,  
In cataracts of stormy showers poured down,  
Our men did then endure as much or more,  
Then ever Greek or Britton did before.  
In that day's March, wherein their eyes might see  
Grief strive with pains, pains with variety,  
Contending which should have the leading place,  
Amongst our bands that hardly now could place.  
For there you might behold the Curacier,  
Who never did the flaming Pistol fear.  
Hear you might view the 
Carbins', taken figuratively for them who carry this weapon. A stand.  Carbins' belching fire,  
The Pike-men stout, and Musketeers to tire;  
And like some Ship stocked in the Lybian sands,  
To halt it oft, and often to make stands.  
There you might mark the French and Lukar walls,  
Two warlike Nations pressed at Mars his calls,  
Who better can endure the scorching heat,  
Then dropping showers, and sense-benumming wet,  
From the Vanguard unto the Rear cast back,  
Their marching pace, and 
A Galliard found out by Pyrrhus, resembling the order of marching.  Pirrhicke-Galliard slack.  
Hear you might see a Volunteer lack breath,  
Whom Honour had enforced to seek out Death  
In foreign Climates, whose sad destined lot  
The Air did cause, yet seemed to weep thereat.  
Nor was the sour tempestuous frowning night  
More cheerful to us, than this first day's light:  
But being Twins, and brethren of one birth,  
They both alike inflict the groaning earth,  
Both light and darkness join their severed hands,  
To pour revenge upon our weakened bands.  
For after that our Squadrons quartered were,  
Thirst was their drink, sharp hunger was their fare  
Their Helmets were the pillows for their heads,  
Their glistering Corslets were their Iron beds,  
In which like Basans' King, they sleep, and dream  
Of nothing else but their afflictions Theme.  
Your shaggy straw more precious was then down  
Then softest plumes; for which men rob the ground,  
Despoil the Floods, and search the Crystal sky  
For these light Emblems of their vanity,  
That so they might lodge in that various shell,  
Wherein the plants and feathered fowls did dwell.  
Our Gallants then wished for their Mistress Chamber,  
Perfumed with unctuous Nard, with Musk and Amber,  
Who cross the German Sea to drink a 
Fan is four Cans.  Fan,  
And learn the Postures of a Leaguer Can,  
Who for their Honour's march upon their Steed,  
When braver men upon their feet must speed,  
Clad all in Robes of that new Scarlet Die,  
Which to the Tyrian is but mockery.  
But when we must some wall or Rampire open,  
Or some strong Port by Petards to be broken,  
When fights are to be made, and men relieved,  
In Trench or Sconce, their courage then is steeued:  
Their pendant Valour falls into their heel,  
Before they do the Sword or bullet feel.  
Yet these mock-Souldier Gallants having spent  
Three or four months with fear and languishment  
In some old Captains Hutt, who knows to drill  
Them of their Coin, and his own purse to fill,  
Return to London, where in every street  
You may these plumed and Cassockt Souldats meet;  
Where, ask what news they'll tell you they have seen  
The bloody Leaguer, and the deaths of men:  
They'll swear  been at Bergen, and that fight,  
Which Mansfield made 
At Flewrie, near to Namurs.  in fenced Namurs sight,  
And talk of nought but Orders, Postures, Motions,  
Whereof themselves have scarce the verbal notions.  
Thrasonian braves compared with Soldiers brave,  
Who make the field their house, their bed their grave,  
And scorn to speak of what themselves have done,  
That so they may the Braggarts Stigma shun.  
Nor were these glorious puffs the men alone,  
Which cursed the wars, and wished themselves at home,  
But other Capuan Soldiers, Carpet Knights,  
Who with their Crowns had bought out merits rights,  
And in the time of that long twelve year's peace,  
Wherein like jades they lived in pomperd ease.  
Procured had some Office of command,  
By bribing gifts, and juggling under hand:  
These men whom means, not merit had erected,  
With this disastrous night were much dejected,  
And their crestfallen courage did sink down  
Lower then th'Earth on which they lodged upon,  
Cursing the day, wherein their father's crowns  
Had made them vassals to Bellona's frowns.  
But after that 
The Moon.  the silver horned Planet,  
Which hide her head like some declining Comet  
In that fell Tempest, had unloosed her Car  
In Latmos Mount, and that the Sun from fare,  
Mounting his Steeds in our Orisons point,  
Enlightened had the darksome firmament.  
Our men like to the Solar opening Flower,  
Fresh courage took, fresh comfort in that hour,  
Wherein bright Phoebus with his cheerful face,  
Began to run the Zodiacs Western race.  

Aduenue, signifies a passage.  Our Guards were then upon th' Aduenues set,  
Fires kindled were, and forage store was set,  
Provisions by Direction were sent down  
From Skenks strong Sconce, & Embricks rampard town,  
Besides the ships wherein the baggage went,  
Were to the dirty Dornicks quarter's sent,  
Wherein the Soldiers did receive supply  
In this first ingress to necessity,  
Of those sad wants, which Custom known became  
Another Nature, to their Virtue's fame.  
Hear our Battalions did some three months' lie,  
Pressed with the terrors of Mortality,  
With Lice, with Hunger, and uncessant Rain,  
Which filled the Rhine, with all the bordering plain.  
Our men were shopt up in those Barns and Cells,  
Wherein the Milksop Cleviaes' Peasant dwells,  
Where like some fleecy fold with hurdles penned,  
We passed our time in pining languishment:  
And in that 
Signifies a standing ●ampe.  Leaguer was our patience known,  
More than our active Valour e'er was shown:  
For having spent the relics of that store,  
Which was provided by th' uplandish Boor;  
And after that rich Embricks fertile plain  
Dismanteld was of trees, of corn and grain  
By our Forragiers, who did better know  
To cut, than plant; to reap, then till or sow.  
Our Conuoyes than did for their forage post  
Beyond the River to that Southern coast,  
Where stately Cleeve upon a Mountain stands,  
Which all the Frontier thereabouts commands.  
We marched near Goffe. and Zantams new built walls  
For straw and fuel at our Drums sad calls,  
Where the proud 
Spinola, a Genoveses by descent.  Genoan marquis then did lie  
With his best Horse, and choice Infantry,  
To stop our passage, and th'attempts to break  
Of the Nassavian Squadrons, now growing weak  
With a disease, which in their Troops did reign,  
With frantic fits, with sense-confounding pain:  
Which fierce contagion did not only touch  
The French, or Scots, our English, or the Dutch,  
But spread itself, like to some broken ball  
Of sulphurous wildfire through our Quarters all,  
From Eltam where Cleeves Votaries did won,  
Southwards to Greets, and towards the rising Sun,  
Where Raise being jealous of the bordering foe,  
Her horned Works, and Rampire's new doth show.  
Never that Simois-neere entrenched troop  
With pestilence did more infected droop,  
When Phoebus moved for 
Concerning this plague, read Homer the first of th● Iliads.  fair Chriscis Rape,  
Whom Atreus son to's lust did captivated,  
Darted his wrath upon those Grecian Bands,  
Which would not yield to Chriseus fair demands.  
Never the Plague wrought a more direful bane  
In Salems' City, when Vespasian 
Read Ioseph● Bello jud lib.   
With his Praetorian Cohorts did surround  
Mount Zion's walls, and that more sacred ground  
Whereon the Temple stood, proud Asia's wonder,  
Whose spired crest Osiris' veil did sunder,  
Then our weak Troops were with this murrain pressed,  
Whose fury did our Cohorts all infested,  
And like some sad Mephitis pierced their veins,  
Procuring death with fierce tormenting pains.  
Some Regiments which could two thousand show,  
When we first marched unto the Rendezvous,  
Can scarce five hundred of that number tell,  
Excepting those, who by this sickness fell.  
Some Companies whose Squadrons were complete  
Full sixscore strong, when we at Skencks-Sconce met,  
Can not a Tertian of that List produce,  
Fit for the Service, and Employments use;  
Those that did live could scarce entomb the dead,  
Nor give due rights to them that perished:  
Those that were sound could not attendance give  
Unto the feeble, nor the sick relieve.  
In every place was nought but desolation,  
Skie-piercing cries, and fearful lamentation:  
Volleys of Shot a fatal Dirge did sing,  
Which echoing from th'adjacent Rhine did ring,  
Whose Golgothed banks became one vaulted tomb,  
Enclosing heaps within their spacious womb,  
Amongst which 
Signifies the slaughter, or mortality of men.  Carnage grim-faced death did stalk,  
And on these Trophies did triumphing walk,  
Wishing her hand with one all-killing blow,  
Might all our Legions to th'infernal throw.  
Some for this cause did blame the blameless Laws  
Of potent Nature, and condemned that cause,  
Which by some jealous 
A law amongst the Athenians, by which they banished great men.  O estrocisme might banish  
These Spirits from this world, and cause to vanish,  
Those Seats of valour, that stupendious frame  
Unto those Elements from whence they came.  
Others again did curse false Galens Art,  
And our Campestrian Leeches, who do part  
The quintessential Spirits of trees and plants,  
Of Stones and Metals: and supply the wants  
Of feeble Nature with their Fomentations,  
With their Elixirs, Iulips, and Purgations,  
Who give their patients some Aesonian pill,  
As they pretend, by which their bags they fill  
With Perues Gold, and with Arabiaes' wealth,  
Themselves being impotent, devoid of health,  
Troubled with Coughs, with Agues, and Catarrhs,  
With Dropsies, Gouts, with those intestine jars,  
Which from distempered humours do proceed,  
When they deficient are, or do exceed.  
But all in vain; for 'twas the firm decree  
Of that all-changing, unchanged Deity,  
Whose purpose through defects doth never alter,  
All potent, because impotent to falter,  
Whose power is such, that in a twinkling eye,  
It can consume large-spread mortality,  
Not being tied to Fortune, Fate, or Chance,  
Gods only known through man's mere ignorance;  
'Twas he that struck with his all-powerfull hand,  
Which checks the roaring Sea, which rules the land,  
Our suffering Troops, whose Valour oft had scaped  
The Canon's shot, and murdering Muskets fate.  
'Twas he that made those fields a common grave  
For th'English, Dutch, and all those Nations brave,  
Who scorning peace, themselves to wars did wed,  
And choosing those deceased in Honour's bed.  
But ere that this contagion was full spread,  
Or that his force had got a 
Hidra's head.  Lerncan head,  
About Saint Michael's day, th' Archangels feast,  
Fame bruited had, that from the bordering East,  
Liguriaes' glory, and proud Genoa's pride,  
Great Spinola, for's Fortune Deified  
By the Saint-making Conclave, was fall'n down  
From Weasels walls, to Goffe. and Zantoms Town,  
And that his Troops with more than Spanish haste,  
Upon their Punts the pearled Rhine had passed,  
Threatening to pour forth their long cankered ire,  
In dreadful storms of Bullets, Sword, and fire.  
This rumour first was grounded on the voice  
Of Fame's 
Are those properly so called, who speak out of their bellies.  Engastromists, the vulgar noise,  
Who trumpet out for loud resounding Fame,  
Things not done for things done, and make the same  
Which but appearing was, apparent true  
To the deceived world's deceiving view:  
Who taking it, this Merchandise doth sell  
To those Retaylors, whose broad ears do dwell  
In Taverns, Barber's shops, and public Marts,  
Where lies are sold to hollow Spungeous hearts,  
For Beer, for Wine, and that cursed Indian weed,  
Whereon these puffs of novelty still feed.  
But this report high mounted on the wing,  
In our Dornician Tents did forthwith ring,  
And came to Nassawes honourable Count,  
Whose Counsel doth Spain's policies surmount;  
Who like to Argus with his hundred eyes,  
Attends the designs of their Mercuries,  
Of their Proteian Enginees of State,  
Whose subtlety doth seek to master Fate:  
He strait grows jealous, that this great Bravado  
Might turn at length to some night's Camisado;  
Or that the daring foes might courage take,  
And our Disasters might them animate  
T'encounter in Campania with our Bands,  
Which now began to languish of all hands.  
For these respects he fortifies at Greets  
Close to the River, which the 
The Curtin is that part of the wall, which runs in length from one Angle to another.  Curtin beats;  
Then opposite to Embricke builds a Fort  
Commanding all the South and Western Port:  
Besides, he Reinforcements sends to Raise,  
And sets strong Guards upon the neighbouring ways,  
Whose wide Meanders give a passage free  
Unto th'incursions of that enemy,  
Whose malice hath long sought by Rome's advice,  
Over these Cantons free to Monarchise.  
Nor so the Prince doth rest, but takes th'alarm,  
Gives order to the Squadrons all to arm,  
And draws them into Battle on that plain,  
Which from the Camp respects 
This field lay to the Northward of the Leaguer.  Bootee wain.  
This Phalanx first did stand upon a line  
Whose depth was one above the perfect nine.  
His steeled front which faced the rising Sun  
From point to point three thousand yards did run,  
Wherein each troop, with all the different nations  
Imbattailed stood, and ranged in their stations.  
The Vanguard our victorious English had.  
With their red crossed Ensigns, Cecil lad  
Those Regiments, whom Gulicke once did see,  
Chief in command are th'English infantry.  
When England, France and Holland did combine  
For Brandenburge, and did their forces join  
T'impeach the Spaniarde, and to break that plot  
By which he Cleeve with juliers after got.  
Near him with equal distance 
Sir Edward Veare Lieutenant Colonel to Sir Horati●▪  Veare doth stand,  
Who in Horatio's absence did command  
Those hardy Cohorts, which had often tried  
The Iberians force, and all their Braves defied.  
Next Ogle ranged his bands, that Martial Knight,  
Famous for Ostende's siege, and Newports fight,  
Where he prevailed both with his sword and parling,  
And showed himself both Mars and Hermes darling.  
Close unto these upon the left hand flank  
Great 
My Lord Lisle.  Leister's son marched in the foremost rank,  
Whose courage longed to revenge Sidneyes blood  
Spilt near to Zutphen for our Unions good.  
The battle by that nation was taken up. 
The Scots and French had the middle battle.   
Who Nesses streams, and Fyndornes water sup;  
With these were joined their ancient fast Allies  
Whose native soil 'twixt Some and Garroun lies.  
The French commanded were by Chatillon.  
By Hotterive and Curtimeers brave baron.  
The Scots were Brogues and Hindersons sole charge,  
Whose honour death at Bergen did enlarge,  
Where he being shot gave up his glorious soul  
Into his hands, who Armies doth control.  
The rear consisted 
The Suitzers and the Dutch had the Rear.  of those warlike bands,  
Which dwell in Barns, and Basils Cantond lands,  
Of the long tressed Prisons, and the   
Whom Country's love and liberty doth touch  
With an inflamed Patriots burning zeal,  
Whose thoughts tend all unto the public weal.  
Besides this list there were of Volunteers  
Brave numbers, and of braver martial Peers,  
Who for religions cause, for honour's sake  
Had left their dearest deer, to undertake,  
The wargods' service: here Essex his Count  
Appears as Leader in the foremost frounte:  
With him marched he, that Holla●ds title bears  
Amongst the list of our illustrious Peers,  
And Hopton too, whom let me not forget,  
Borne in the fields of flowerie Sumerset)  
My friend and fellow both in Arms and Arts:  
With the sweet tune of which harmonious parts,  
Thou dost enforce myself, my muse, my love  
T'admire their worths inspired from above.  
Thee vast Herciniaes' woods, and Ister's bed  
Swift Albis' current, and the Neckars head,  
Know and resound their Panegiricke lays.  
Which blazon forth thy fame deserving praise.  
Brunswick the scourge of that Monastic fry,  
Here likewise marched with our Infantry,  
Mountgomrie, Chatillon, and divers more,  
From Almain, France and cold 
Scotland  Albania's shore,  
Whose boiling bloods did long to try their might  
Against the Marquis in plain open fight.  
But long they might, for that 
Marquis Spinola.  Ligurian Fox,  
Meant not to try Bellona's bloody knocks,  
Nor to decide with dint of triumphant blade,  
The titles right, which Spain's grand Monarch made  

Read the history of the Netherlands pag. 119.  Unto these Lands, o'er which as Charles heir  
Near Nauncy slain he claims to domineer.  
For though some numbers of the Spanish host,  
Had past the River from the farther coast  
T'infest our men with inroads and Alarms,  
Resolved still t'affroant all hostile harms;  
Yet still the Marquis with his standing Camp  
near unto Zantum did himself in camp,  
Whose Parties oft with our forragiers meet,  
Which sometimes beaten were, and sometimes beat.  
Amongst the rest Grave Henrick passing Greets  
With brunswick's Duke, and his own Guidon meets  
With four brave 
The colours which horsemen bear.  Cornets of Albertus' side,  
Whom our men saw of them being undescried.  
For that same morn the wind blowing South and west,  
Sent forth a vapr'ous fog, and friendly mist  
From th' Aeolian closerts, which obscured the sky  
So that things near you could not well descry:  
Which either unseen to the vision were,  
Or else their shapes self bigger did appear,  
The vapour darkening that transparent light  
Whereby the Species convoyed is to sight.  
Besides the covert of a rising ground  
Did so the prospect of these Troupers bound,  
That till the Prince was from their danger free,  
They did not once his glistering Cornet see.  
Which had they seen, not all fat Holland's store  
Grown rich with Perues wealth and India's oar,  
Not Ginees gold, nor all those precious grains  
Which Orenoque laves from Guianaes' veins  
Can have redeemed his life, nor set him free  
From certain death, or sure Captivity.  
Their odds was great, yet Brunswick cries to charge,  
And bids our Pistols and Carbins' discharge  
Their murdering shot against the 
Dutch horse men.  Reisters' frount  
Which four to one our numbers did surmount.  
But the Nassavian Grave advising flight  
To be far safer than unequal fight,  
Straight gives the check to 
The Duke of Brunswick is also Bishop of Halberstat.  Halberstats desire  
And makes his armed Curaciers retire:  
Since no dishonour 'tis our backs to show  
Where opposition needs must overthrew.  
But in this space some 
Those who conducted the Convoy.  Conuoyers of our side,  
Who straggling near the Count's engagement spied,  
Ran pricking on the spur, and voiced it out  
In the Mauritian quarter's round about.  
That either he and Brunswick both were slain,  
Or else that both were prisoners made to Spain.  
This rumour posting swifter than the wind,  
With winged speed doth pierce the Prince's mind,  
Who like some Paphian consecrated Dove,  
Which mourns the loss or absence of her love,  
Suspecting this report, lamenting shares  
His brother's chance with grief and feeling cares:  
With whom each Chief, each Soldier doth partake  
And their self-griefs the Generals do make,  
As when some dangerous Rheum begotten Ache,  
The royal seat of reason doth attach  
That part being troubled, where the life doth rest  
The members all inferior are oppressed.  
His steeled 
A Legion is here taken for a Regiment: a squadron is a third part of a company.  Legions weep, his 
A Legion is here taken for a Regiment: a squadron is a third part of a company.  squadrons mourn  
Their hearts, though danger proof, for grief do yearn,  
Whom neither fears nor terrors could surprise  
The dreadful bugs of staggering cowardice,  
These lose their mirth, and that soul gladding light  
Whose cheerful rays do clarify the spirit:  
But yet not so they give the raines to grief,  
That in this while their labour slacks relief;  
For forth they send their Curriers all in post,  
To search the Champions Rhine divided coast  
Mounted upon their well breathed Coursers backs  
Whose Pegasean swiftness scorneth tracks.  
Those Cornets brave, whose garrisons did lie  
Next to the frountiers of their Enemy,  
And therefore best acquainted with their fights,  
With all their 
Stratagem is a fear of war.  stratagems, and martial sleights,  
Are forthwith ordered to repass the Rhine,  
And towards the rescue to dismarch in time  
Their bands of Ordinance, whose high proof frounts,  
Safeguard the persons of Nassaiaus Counts,  
Commanded are as seconds to the horse  
With their best powers their power to reinforce,  
But if engaged to fare, then to retire  
And like the 
The Prrthians when they retired did use to shoot backwards, See Plut in vita Antonii.  Parthians backwards to give fire.  
But mark th' event: he scouring o'er the waste  
Of that large Champion with preventing haste  
Meets with those bands, which to the Rescue came  
Upon the summons of his dangers fame  
Close unto Greets, where all arriving safe,  
Like some wrack scpaing mariners they laugh  
At the remembrance of the danger past  
Which not fore stalled, was like to prove their last.  
But although fortune favoured his retreat,  
And saved the Count, in that angustious strait:  
Making this action happy by th'event,  
Yet no man can approve the precedent,  
It being against the maxims of all war,  
For those who chieftains in commanding are,  
Without some weighty cause their lives t'expose  
Unto t'hazard of th' encountering foes.  
For thus environed with a Punic train,  
Marcellus Rome's great General was slain, 
Read Livy lib. 27. about the midst.   
Who reckless went that hillock to survey,  
Where ambushed the Carthaginian lay.  
Thus Bucquoie famous for our unions foil,  
For Pragues rich conquest, and Bohemia's spolie, 
See the Imperial history pag. 806.   
After the chance of sundry battles passed,  
By Gabor's troops was vanquished at last,  
By those Cossackes which warlike Poland breeds  
And t'Hussars fierce still mounted on their steeds,  
Where he being pistolled by the barbarous foe  
Resigned the trophies of Pragues overthrew.  
But though the purling dew, the vapr'ous Air  
Did our ambiguous hopes refresh, repair,  
And Henrick save: yet the mallignant fire  
Straight blighs this fruit of satisfied desire.  
Whose flames being kindled through th' Airs secret quills  
His lodgings seizeth, and with terror fills  
The quarters next where Ogles Cohorts lay,  
Making the night look like another day.  
The spoil was great, for when the raging flame  
Unto those Inner Rooms with's fury came,  
Precious nor priceles things were left unspard  
But both alike the common danger shared.  
His Turkey Carpets of unualued price,  
Made of the Median silkworms finest fleece,  
His Arras clothes wrought by the Belgic Dame  
The portraitures of true reported fame,  

See the Low Country history pag 456.  Where storied out you might survey at large  
D'aluaes' entrenchment and the Reisters' charge,  
Romeroes' onslate, and the foul retreat  
Made by these Almains after their defeat.  

Pag 863.  Grave William's life saved by a watchful Cur  
Th' Alarm taking from the Spaniards stir,  
Who by that Wallouns hand was after slain  
Whom Rome had made an Assassin for Spain.  
On th'other side charactered you might see  
In lively forms of wrought Imagery,  

Pag. 457. of the same history.  Count Egmonds' death, and Horns unworthy fate  
Ostende's long siege and Flaunders bloody slate,  
The Barneveltine false Arminian plot,  
Fast bound with Castile's subtle Gordian knot.  
These movables with all his curious plate  
Fitting the greatness of rich Nassawes state,  
Wherein t'Hollandish Ganymede did skink  
That Rhenish Nectar which the Gods might drink:  
All these were spoilt by that consuming fire  
Which on the Prince poured forth his wreakful Ire;  
Nor so this burning Element doth rest  
But spreddes itself, and farther doth infest  
The stables, where his warlike horses stood  
Of Europe's race, and Africks' choicest brood.  
The nimble Gennets coming from the main  
Of rich Granado, and the southern Spain,  
From 
Alias Guadalquibir a great River in South Spain.  Baetis banks, and from that fertile shore  
Where Seville doth unlade that Idold oar,  
Which from her wealthy mines rich India sends  
To Asia's bounds, and Europe's farthest ends.  
His Turkey steeds bred near the slimy slowes  
Of Strimon, which the rugged Thracian ploughs,  
Near Haemus' mount, and those high crested fills;  
Whose melting dew Peneius channel fills;  
Those stately coursers which Barbaria yields  
From Fezes pastures, and Marocchoes fields, 
A great River in Barbary.   
From parched Numidia, and Zanhagaes' bed  
Which South from Atlas shows his rising head  
Were burned quite, or half dead, half alive,  
Twixt life and death did in this conflict strive  
Till life being vanquished by all conquering death,  
They lost at once their torments and their breath,  
Nor in this time the Spanish fire doth rest,  
But malice fuelled strives for interest  
In juliers, Cleaveland and the Flemish coast  
Flaming revenge with their most powerful host:  
For these desiegnes great Spinola doth lie  
In Cleviaes' fields, and keeps a still-fixt eye  
Upon our Legions, which began to break  
Their Summer station, with the pest-grown weak  
And westward fell unto that higher land  
Which lies 'twixt Eltam and Rhines chequered strand;  
Twixt Embricke, and that Sconce which Skenke did frame  
That so he might the doubtful Clevener tame,  
In Geldriaes' farthest confines, where the Waal  
From Rhines current to Mases stream doth fall.  
Another army by stout Borges led  
For's service great and lineage honoured,  
By which he claims an equal rank with them  
Who show M●udozaes or Toledoes stem, 
Two of the greatest families in Spain.   
And Grandoed are for their Donnized birth  
Living like gods upon the Spanish earth,  
Beleaguers Sluice, and doth invade Cazaunte  
Which Yperle severs from the Continent;  
Where opposite to Zealands' watery land  
And Flushings seat this fortress strong doth stand:  
Famous for that far famed naval fight  
Which our third Edward made in Sluices fight,  
When Philip sent his sea Commanding fleet  
With our well rigged Argozies to meet.  
Who grappling with our force their force withstood,  
And bathed their prowess in French and Flemish blood  
Which issuing from the wounds of thousands slain,  
With's colour did th' Yperlian current stain.  
This town a Cock pit was for Mars his game  
Both parties striving to possess the same  
With bloody success of continual war,  
Where those that conquered were, now conqueror's are.  
For when these States themselves did first unite  
To resist Philip's force and D'aluaes' spite,  
And sought th' oppressed Netherlands to free  
From the hard yoke of Castile's tyranny,  
Ere Anious Duke rich Antwerp did Invade,  
Or striven himself Lord Paramont to make  
Of wealthy Brabant, Isendike and Sluice,  
Subjected were unto the Unions use.  
And so remained till Parmaes' duke possessed  
With general power, his warlike troops addressed  
Unto the conquest of this town and I'll,  
Which 
Sir Roger Williams and Sir Thomas Baskervile, Read the Netherlands history pag 966.  Williams kept and famous Baskervile,  
Who for a season bravely did maintain  
This place besieged, against the strength of Spain,  
Till by surrender they the same did yield  
To the Castilians masters o'er the field.  
They kept this same until Serrano lost  
It to th' Orangians, whose laborious cost  
Regaind the town, whilst that besieged Ostend,  

Pag. 1616.  For thrice twelve months her bulwarks did defend.  
By which advantage that commanding fort,  
Which so much did all Zealands' good import,  
Recovered was, which now with might and main  
Inigo strives for Isabel to gain.  
For this project he draws with speeding post  
From Antwerp, Gaunte, from Bruges and Alost,  
From all those neighbour garrisons which bide  
In fruitful Flaunders, and in Brabant's side.  
An Army strong, which reckoned by the List  
Of thirteen thousand Soldiers did consist.  
These under their Burgonian Ensigns marched  
Unto the Leaguer, near to Augusts last;  
Where being come, like undermining Moales,  
Which make their way through th'earth's anfractuous holes,  
They draw their rolling Trenches towards the mouth  
Of the Town Harbour, which from West to South  
Gives a free passage to the City's Key,  
For Ships of burden from the Germane Sea.  
These with 
Crooked turns.  Meanders winding being cast,  
And brought within fit distance at the last;  
They raise their Platforms, 

A high work of earth upon which they plant Ordinance.  
A wall made of earth.   Cavaliers and Mounts,  
Whose height the Bulwarks breast by fare surmounts,  
Then plant their Cannon, whose Promethean fire,  
Upon the 

A high work of earth upon which they plant Ordinance.  
A wall made of earth.   Rampire pours his thundering Ire,  
Which with uncessant peals they still do ply,  
That so our men might not re-fortifie  
The broken breaches, through whose ruin'd vault  
They thought with ease the Bulwark to assault.  
Hear Bullets glancing from the battered wall,  
Amongst a Squadron of Defendants fall,  
Whose mangled limbs, like men-shaped Meteors fly  
Through th'horrid paths of the smoake-darkened sky.  
Some other mounting o'er the Soldier's head,  
Meets with two Lovers sporting in their bed,  
Whose souls are hastened to th' Elysian shade,  
Through that swift passage which the bullet made.  
Here fiery balls from murdering 
Great pieces of Ordinance.  Bombards shot,  
And to their highest level being got,  
Make the Lovanian Students think from fare,  
That Phaeton is new mounted in his Car.  
Nor doth our side their Shot and Powder spare,  
But with thick volleys beats the trembling air,  
Which lighting on the Iberians works much harm,  
And with their blood the colder earth doth warm.  
The Towns chief command Ʋander Noet did wield,  
His honoured son, whom Newport once beheld,  
To guard the Orangian Standart in that fight,  
When warlike Maurice conquered Albert's might.  
He like himself, and like his Father's son,  
Leaves nothing unattempted, nought undone  
By which he might th'engaged place maintain  
'Gainst all th'attempts of right-pretending Spain.  
To farther this, the pioneers are bid  
To raise new Platforms with the swiftest speed,  
Our 
Great baskets of earth.  Gabions planted are, behind whose bulk  
The smoking Gunners with their Lintstockes lurk:  
Our Ordinance new mounted is to batter,  
Which Babel's walls, or Ecbatanes would shatter.  
The Companies are quartered in the Town,  
Or else without upon the Sandie Down,  
Whose valour doth their Mettle stiff oppose,  
To th'utmost peril of the braving Foes.  
But although our side jealous of the good  
And public safety, to their tackling stood  
With matchless valour; yet Inigoes force  
Their courage, skill, and labour did enforce,  
To purchase that Yperlian peerless Gem  
Reached by the States from Flaunders Diadem;  
Although that 
The North-east wind.  wind, which from Tartary blows▪  
From Rugeland, and Moscoviaes' plashy slowes  
Congealed had the Yperle, and the Lief,  
And made their liquid arms and branches stiff;  
Yet still the Spaniards heated with the fire  
Of Honour and Reu●nge, did still aspire:  
So that the Winter's storms, nor Nature's threats,  
Whose violence their hardy Legions beats,  
Can once divert their valour pressed to die,  
Or Spaniolize this Town by victory.  
Sometimes a 
A Gentleman of a Company, who is to lie upon his duty.  Perdieu lodged upon the face  
Of Frost-bound Tellus, in that very place  
Where he was set, is by the Sergeant found  
Frozen to death, and fastened to the ground.  
Sometimes a Sentrie to his Posture standing,  
And from the Rounders Quivala demanding,  
Ere the last Round Colossus-like doth stand,  
With's ashy Pike congealed to his hand:  
Yet these disgusts of Nature joined with those,  
Which revenge bandied from their Slusian foes,  
Can not enforce Inigoes' Troops to rise,  
Projecting still to gain Sluice by surprise.  
But when the Sun with his All-cheerefull beams,  
Had thawed the pavement of the Flemish streams,  
And that his Phlegon swiched by speeding time  
Began t'approachapproch that Heaven-dividing line,  
Whose Zenith perpendicular doth stand  
Over the Sunburnt Aethiopian land.  
Eighteen brave Cohorts were from Zealand sent,  
With danger-daring Resolution bend,  
To cut the Dike, and that low Champion drench,  
Whereon th' Iberians did themselves entrench.  
Then might you see that massy bounding frame  
(Whose Rampire did the River's fury tame)  
Pierced through and through, and give a free access  
Unto the Floods, which made their swift address  
To this enlarged rapture: then the Moales  
Abandoned quite their hollow vaulted holes;  
Coneys their Burrowes, Hares their Forms forsook,  
And their swift legs new postures undertook,  
Swimming along with men-devouring Sharks,  
With Musicke-loving Dolphins, scaly Carp,  
With bearded Barbels, and that ruddy Fish,  
Whose Chines are served up for a dainty dish  
Unto the Burghers, when their drunken 
Is a Fair, or Revel.  Kirmish  
Invites their brains with Rhenish wine to skirmish.  
This Deluge made the Borgian Bands retire,  
Crossed in the project of their proud desire;  
Because they failed both of Cazaunt, and Sluice,  
Which they so longed to gain for Philip's use.  
But although Borges brave Design was croft  
By wavering Fortune, and his honour lost,  
Together with his Armies, pierced the heart  
Of Isabel with repining smart.  
Yet Vanderbercke, who Gulicke did besiege  
With's Legions raised from Naples, Spain, and Liege,  
Brought comfort to the Court, whose furrowed face  
Looked frowning sad for Sluices late disgrace.  
He, whilst that Maurice with his feeble Troops  
Encamped at Dornicke, and his Army droops,  
Being pressed with sickness, marched unto the Town,  
And there entrenched upon the bordering ground.  
Pethan commanded for the Belgic Peers  
As 
Chief Governor.  Archprefect, who for some forepast years,  
The City's Helm, and Dutchies both had steered  
For's loyal care, for's government unfeared.  
But now suspicion mounted on the wing  
Of just pretence, bred jealousies within  
Amongst our Captains, whose well trained Bands  
Were subject to Pithans' austere commands.  
Hence sprung this cause, the wealthy juliers Boor  
Had hoarded up in his well furnished store  
Larger provisions, which might well supply  
The pinching wants of our necessities:  
Whose foreseen pressure did begin to threat  
A Saguntine penuriousness of meat,  
The tainted store provisions being sold,  
By State-Commission, which the Town controlled.  
Besides those Pastures where the 
Roar, a great River in the Duchy of juliars.  Roar fills  
His slimy channel from the purling hills,  
Did swarm with Herds of that large Germane breed,  
Whose use might full relieve the City's need.  
For this respect the Gulikans advice  
Wavering Pithan provisions to surprise  
From out the Champion, ere th'approaching foes  
Should stop the passage, and th' Aduenues close.  
Good was the Counsel, but like verbal wind,  
It took no root within th'unsettled mind  
Of Gulickes Governor, whose wanting care  
From all defence our warlike Troops doth bare.  
For what out-daring death, selfe-lavish Spirit  
Can strive with hunger, or with famine fight?  
Then thus suppose you see surrounded round  
Fair Gulicks walls, and that their Trenches bound  
Close to the 
An utter work commonly raised beyond all other Fortifications.  Ravelin, and those utter works,  
Behind whose mass the stout Defendant lurks.  
Suppose you hear the dreadful Cannon play  
From their high-crested Platforms, and display  
Strange characters of Death, whose sad aspect  
Might terror on Death's second self reflect  
Life's lavishness, whose Adamantine heart  
Mean terrors do not move, nor cause to smart.  
Close to these brazen Trunks, the world's last wonder,  
True counterfeits of Ioues amazing thunder,  
Death's prologue acts his part, the Musket sounds  
Loud summons unto death, to blood and wounds.  
Nor is this all we suffer, famine reigns,  
Cleanness of teeth in every street complains;  
Things horrid are devoured, Dogs, Mice, and Rats,  
Loud croaking Toadpoles, hunger-starved Cats:  
The Flemish Courser, and the Frison Steed,  
High pampered for the Saddle now must feed  
The Rider's Colon, whose unsatiate maw  
Both against Reason, Nature, Customs Law,  
Feeds on that flesh, whose living back did bear  
Himself through horrors mouth, through dangers fear.  
Those high-fed palates, which not long since fared  
On Friselands' fattest Fowl, Westphaliaes' Lard,  
Zealandish Salmon, and the wild Boars haunch,  
With which the richer Dutch doth cram his paunch  
On solemn feast-days; these for want of meat,  
Things vilifide and dunghiled now must eat.  
To redress this our men their Spirits rally,  
And resolute appoint a valiant sally,  
By whose adventure they might either die,  
Or manumize themselves from penury:  
Since better 'tis for Valour once to bleed,  
Then still to feel affliction under need.  
In this conflict 
Captain john Haydon.  young Haydon doth appear  
More than himself, outfacing Fate and Fear,  
And with his Pistol armed, dischargeth sure  
With every shot a certain Sepulture  
To some blacke-visaged Spaniard, who doth fall  
Never to rise, before the last days call.  
Amongst the rest, one of the proudest foes,  
As Challenger himself in Combat shows,  
Advanced before the rest, and there defies  
Goliath-like his braver Enemies.  
This Spurgalled Haydon, who accepts the fight,  
And though unarmed, yet kills him in the sight  
Of both Battalions, then recharged falls back,  
To answer him too with his Pistols crack.  
But the Retreat now sounded, parts the fray,  
And our men disappointed, cut their way  
With their well tempered Fauchius, to that gate  
From whence they made excursions but of late.  
This Salley past, wherein with doubtful chance  
Bellona showed her grim faced countenance,  
And all relief 
Debarred, or shut up.  portcullized from the Town,  
By Vanderbercks' Intrenchments, who sits down  
Resolved to win and wear, than courage droops,  
And mourning valour unto famine stoops,  
Whose Bilboe-steeled point was fare more keen,  
Then Spaniard's wrath, or Vanderbercks' fierce spleen.  
These motives urged a parley, both condescend  
To this condition, and Committees send  
As Delegates in trust, whose sound advice  
The present difference might full compromise.  
Both parties being agreed, Count Henry takes  
Reconquerd Gulicke, which Pithan forsakes,  
Who now dismarching through the Coleine port,  
Surrenders up this hunger-conqu'red Fort.  
To reaffront this loss, when first the Spring,  
To Winter-tyred mortals joy doth bring:  
When May first opens those selfe-named Flowers,  
Which April blossoms with his pearled showers:  
Nassavian 
Henry of Nassaw.  Henrick with selected Bands  
Of Horse and Foot, in fruitful Brabant lands  
near to Breda, from whence his dreadful Arms  
Transported work strange characters of harms  
In little Brabant; Famine, Sword, and Fire  
Glutting Revenge fresh boiling with desire.  
Some fifty Dorpes were in a moment burned,  
And their faire-fronted Edifices turned,  
By the consumption of the raging flame  
To that first Chaos, from whence first they came.  
In midst of these Combustions Henry falls  
Before well fenced, well manned Herentals,  
Where seeking by Petard to force the place,  
Our wanting 
The Vanguard.  Van showed not that wont face  
Of ancient resolution, whose default  
Debars the rest from 
A Town in little Brabant.  Herentals assault.  
Yet after this repulse, our Foot surprise,  
Partly by force, partly by Compremise,  
Two 
Little Forts much used by the Dutch. An Incursion of Horse.  Sconces from the foes, whose trembling hands  
Make good the Ports for Nassaws sure commands.  
Besides our Horse a 
Little Forts much used by the Dutch. An Incursion of Horse.  Cavalgado make  
Close unto Brussels, whose  Suburbs take  
Impressions of our wrath; th' Archdutchesse sees  
The frowning face of these sad miseries,  
Yet cannot she redress them: for man's will  
Projected resolutions cannot fill,  
Without just means of power, which Heaven sends  
As Instruments t'accomplish humane ends.  
Thus this incursion past, our men retire  
Through the smoking flames of Brabant's fire  
Unto Breda, rewarded for their pains  
With honour's Crown, and conquered Spanish gains.  
Nor thus alone the Land with slaughter bleeds,  
But unto Neptune's Main Bellona speeds  
With Engines of destruction, where she stains  
With streams of blood the Sea-gods watery plains.  
Those vast Armadaes, which commanded lay  
near to Baioun, and Saint Sebastian's Bay,  
Their Galeouns hover near to Lisbones walls,  
Where Tagus into Thetis bosom falls;  
Their nimble Galleys slicing with their Oars  
Those billowing waves, which beat on Africa's shores,  
Sometimes on th'ocean's Main encountering meet  
With Amsterdams, or Flushings warlike Fleet,  
Which homewards bound from Venice, or Leghorn,  
From Scanderoun, or Egypt rich in Corn,  
Do proudly blow the Mediterran Maine,  
Swelling with profit, and full fraught with gain.  
Sometimes again Moy Lambert, or L' Hermit,  
Willeks, or fierce Hugen this loss requite;  
Who traversing those Seas, whose rougher Tide  
From Magellanus Streights doth Northwest glide,  
near to th' Honduras Gulf, Domingoes Isle,  
Or the Terceraes, famous for the foil  
Of valiant Strossy, meet some Spanish Hulk,  
Or some swift Carvel, whose full fraughted bulk  
Is loaden with that rich 
At Petosi in Peru are most rich Mines of Gold.  Potosian Oar,  
Which Lima sends from Perues wealthy shore.  
Sometimes again near the Balsoran Sound,  
Or Teneriffaes' pike, where Amber's found  
Of th'highest price, some of their armed Ships  
Encounter with some Carrack, whose strong ribs  
Are ballast with those drugs, which Chinaes' plains  
Send from their fruitful Aromatic veins;  
Or with those Spices, which for bartered Gold  
Are by the 
The Inhabitants of java, and the Moluccoes. A place in Africa, subject to the Portugals.  javans, and Moluccoys sold.  
Amongst the rest great Angolaes' Viceroy  
For Andaluzia bound, with smiling joy  
Th' Atlantic Ocean cuts, and proudly sails  
Through the Main, till some Dutch Seaman hails,  
And bids him strike: then as th' Hyrcanian beast,  
Whom the pursuing Hunter doth invest  
With's knotty Toils, first seeks to scape the danger;  
But that being vain, he turns his fear to anger,  
And fiercely coaping with th'encountering foe,  
Doth th'utmost devoir of his courage show.  
The Portugueze unequal to sustain  
The Flushingers encounter, plies amain  
Both Helm and Yard, and forwards led by fear  
Swifter than any wind, doth nimbly steer  
Over the ridge of those high-breaking waves,  
Whose beating surge Terceraes' foreland lanes.  
But this being labour lost, he turns his head  
Unto the combat with a side-wind sped:  
Then their Canoniers with the 
An Engine which Gunners use to charge Ordinance.  Carteridge ply  
Their great and lesser sized Artillery,  
Larboard and Starboard ready for the charge,  
Their Langrell, and their Cross-bar shot discharge: 
Great shot used at Sea,   
The Musketeers standing upon a Range,  
Behind the Wast-cloaths do their bullets change,  
Granado balls, from th'hand, or Bombard sent,  
With vaprous smoke obscure the Firmament:  
So that surveying water, land, or air,  
Death, dread, and danger swarmed every where.  
The Sea-nymphs were afraid, and Neptune hide  
His forked Maze with fear astonished.  
The trembling Mermaids did for horror quake,  
As when th'enclosed winds the waters shake,  
Thinking Prometheus having broke those bands,  
Which manacled his Vultur-griped hands,  
And manumised from his tormenting pain,  
Did imitate Ioues Thunderbolts again.  
But when that both sides to their close fights came,  
And tried the last chance of this martial Game,  
From out the Scuttle-holes spouted streams of blood,  
Which clotted on the curled Ocean stood,  
The Murderers from out their higher Tires,  
Discharged dreadful flakes of sulphurous fires,  
Whose strong emissive power with Tarlin killed  
Whole hundreds, and with slaughtered carnage filled  
Their upper Decks, which strait blown up did fly  
Through the vast extent of th'enameled sky.  
But at the length the portugals pursued  
With danger of all hands, for Quarter sued  
Unto the Dutch, who from the farthest South  
Th' Angolians brought to 
The River of Flushing.  Scheldis watery mouth,  
Enriched for their hazard with that Gold,  
Which heaped lay within that Galeouns hold.   

BELGIAES' TROUBLES, AND TRIUMPHS.  
The Second Book.  
WHEREIN ARE RELAted all the most famous Occurrences which have happened in the Netherlands, from the Ascension of our Saviour, 1622. unto this present time, 1625.  
LONDON, Printed by Augustine Matthewes, and john Norton. 1625.   

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, EDWARD, LORD CONWAY, Baron of Raggely, and one of his Majesty's principal Secretaries of State, And Sir HORACE VEARE, Col. General of the English in the Netherlands, WILLIAM CROSS wisheth that happiness which they themselves desire.  
RIght Honourable, your known loves to the United Provinces of the Netherlands, and their Cause, sealed by your Honours with the free expense of your dearest blood, and the frequent hazard of your lives, have beside those other motives of your knowledge, judgement, and experience in Subjects of this nature, invited me to this Dedication. The first Part of Belgiaes' Troubles and Triumphs, belongs to the Earl of Essex, and my Lord Montioy; the second part is consecrated to your Honoured selves: Both these are rather a Discourse, than a Poem, as truly and Historically relating the most remarkable and time-neerer Exploits, which have passed between the Dutch and the Spaniards, in these last four years Wars of the Netherlands. In this List, the Siege of Bergen, and that of Breda, the Battles of Flewry and Statloo, with the taking of Saint Saluadour in Brasilia, challenge above the rest the chiefest place and prerogative. The rest are minor gests, and deeds of less consequence, yet worthy for their worths to be kept in the closet of Remembrance. In all th●se as in a representing Glass, you may see the mercy of God extended from time to time to this Estate, first erected from the Enforcements of the Spanish tyranny, since supported by the Auxiliary means of the English, French, and Scots, and maintained at this present in that greatness, which the world sees and admires, by Policy, Power, and Religion. If public censure be as impartial as is the Poem, the Author shall think his endeavours fortunate: As for your Noble selves, he doth presume upon the candour and integrity of your Estimations, undoubtedly knowing, that you accept a mite as respectively as a talon, and esteem the freedom of the Giver, more than the value of the gift. Upon this assurance he doth rest, and so doth for ever rest  
Your Honour's most devoted Servant, William Cross.   

BELGIA'S TROUBLES AND TRIUMPHS.  
The second Book.  
THE ARGUMENT.  
IN this second part continued from the Ascension of our Soviour, anno 1622, unto this present time, anno 1624., are contained a Description of our first Leaguer at Rees, with the kill of an Italian Captain by Beaumond a Frenchman hand to hand. His Excellency's ascent to Gravenweert, and a Relation of a Camisado, giuen by fourteen Troops of the enemy's Horse upon our quarters. Our march to the Buss, and our retreat from thence. The siege of Bergen, and that famous Battle fought near Fleury, between Count Maunsfield, and Gonsaluo de Corduba. The conspiracy of Barnevelts two sons, and other Arminians against the Prince of Orange. The Battle of Statloo, fought between Tilley and Bru●swicke. The taking of S. Saluadour. The Siege of Breda, with the surprisal of Goffe. by Charles Lambert.  
AFter our Troops had breathed, and that the date  
Of that same Feast, which Mortals consecrate  
To Christ's Ascension, had proclaimed the Field  
Tour Belgic Troops, with strength and courage steeled,  

Orders of Command.  Potents were sent forth, full six thousand post,  
Upon their Summons from that neither coast▪  
Of fertile Holland, to that higher land,  
Where Rees overlooks the billowing Rhenus' Strand.  
There safe arriving, with the delving Spade  
New horned Works, Intrenchments new were made;  
Behind whose breast they might themselves defend  
From Vanderbercke, whose Argian eyes attend  
Upon our motions all, on each design,  
Which he still thwarting, seeks to countermine.  
Amongst the rest, with some Italian Horse,  
He seeks to gain the 
A Turnepike is a gate which gives entrance into the Camp  Turnepike, and to force  
Our Horse-guard led by Beaumond, who doth frount  
The dreadful shock of this Italian brunt.  
Him their Ligurian Leader having spied  
By's waving Plume, and Armour rich descried:  
Come on, come on, quoth he, let us two try  
The doubtful fortune of this Victory;  
Those Arms, that Plume shall be the Conqueror's spoil,  
And honoured marks of vanquished Beaumont's foil.  
With this his spurred Portuguese Courser flies  
Swifter than wind, and curuetting doth rise  
Beyond the bristled 
Haspels' are Engines made to throw down before the Turnepike, which point every way with pikes about an ell long.  Haspels, where they join  
Force unto force this Combat to define.  
Not Almaine-like they wheel about at large,  
But Poldron unto Poldron, make the charge  
With their death-belching Pistols, both which strike  
With equal force, but fortune much unlike.  
For Beaumond slightly's wounded in the thigh,  
Tother is slain, and falls down presently,  
Whose carkeise after many mortal blows  
Recovered is, recarried by the foes  
Unto the Camp, where they this chance lament,  

This Italian was Spinolaes' kinsman.  Sealed with the loss of one so eminent;  
As allied to the marquis, and for's Spirit,  
Not dignified so much by Blood, as Merit.  
After some month in this first Station spent,  
Eight thousand more were by Prince Maurice sent  
Towards Skenkes-Sconce; who doubling Arnhams walls,  
Arrives at 
Otherwise, Skenkes Sconce  Gravenweert, and from thence falls  
Over the Wahal to those Southern banks,  
Which Skenks-Sconce with his thundering Cannon flanks.  
There being come, their Pioners do raise  
Strong 
Little forts which the Dutch raise suddenly for their defences.  Redoubts on the passage of those ways,  
Whose winding turns run from the Clevian hill  
To those Intrenchments which our footebands fill.  
Our horse without, and unintrenched lay  
With watchful care safeguarding night and day,  
Those small Batavian 
Villages.  Dorps, whose verge extends  
From Nimegham to Geldriaes' Eastern ends.  
This seeming showed advantage doth incite  
Proud Vanderbercke the Reezian foil to quite, 
Camisade a● assault in their own lodging.   
With some fresh Camisade: for this design  
Some fourteen troops pass o'er that Apennine  
Where Clevia stands, who covered by the night  
And a still march, about the dawning light  
Approach our utter Sentries, and surprise  
Them and the 
Those that walk the Round.  Rounders, whose sleep sealed eyes  
Betray the rest; hence traversing that way  
near unto which our Scotish horseguard lay,  
These proud Burgonian Reisters' forthwith find  
Balfour surprised in odds, but not in mind; 
Sir William Balfour that day commanded the horse guard.   
Who thus engaged receives the dreadful shock  
Of these swart Rutters, rendering knock for knock:  
Till at the length dismounted he doth yield  
Unto the stronger, who thence scoured the field  
After his Cornet, which retiring flies  
Covered with fire, oppressed with Enemies,  
And on the station of our Footeguards fell  
Whose Musketeers these Carbins' strait repel.  
For now from every side th'Alarum takes,  
And each man to the battle Champion makes,  
Where nought was seen upon the bloody plain  
But battered arms, and carkeisses new slain.  
The loss was like, for our men did surprise  
The 
A Wallone who came the day before into our camp being disguised.  chief conductor of this enterprise  
With a Burgonian Captain; of our side  
Balfour was tae'n, and Weimars' Duke lies by't,  
Until some better fortune should decree,  
Th' uncertain scope of his Captivity.  
To requite this affrount this proud surprise  
Prince Maurice with six thousand foot doth rise  
From Gravenweert, and floating down wards falls,  
Without the rattling Drums, or trumpets calls  
Beyond fat Bommelweert, where he doth land  
His Phalangiers, who passing by command  
Waft o'er the Mosas Willow bordred banks  
Whose waves do wash well fenced Huisdens flanks.  
Ma●ching from thence our vauntcurrors descry  

Commonly called the Buss.  Shertokenbusse, whose maiden ports defy  
All onslats, all attempts, and proudly stands  
Upon defence with s●u'nteene chosen bands  
Of Walloons, and Brabansons' ready pressed  
●●ich life, and limb to keep the seathred nest  
Of th●se free booters, who by 
Derrick was Captain of two hundred free booters who lay in the Buss.  Derrick led  
Themselves to rapine, murder, pillage wed,  
And feeding on the contribution Boor,  
Greas● palms, and paunch with his consumed store.  
There having viewed that well defenced town,  
We made a stand upon the bordering down  
About the time, that glistering Phoebus laves  
His bright Caroche in Thet is western waves.  
Then orders were given out, the cased 
Petarrs' Engines made to blow up gates.  Petarres  
Strange Engines found out in our modern wars,  
Whose sulphr'ous power the brazen gates would shatter  
Of Ecbatane, and that strong portal batter  

The Iron gates which Alexander made upon the straits of mount Cancasus.  Whereas the steep Caucasean mountains rocks  
Are chained as prisoners with his Iron locks:)  
These Corbett did command, the first adventure  
Was Tibals' charge, who foremost was to enter  
With that selected crew, that chosen band  
Which he as Veares Lieutenant did command.  
Thus all things being disposed for the fight  
We rose from thence, and marching all that night  
Past through sandy, rough, Maeanderd ways  
Where error led our small battalion strays.  
So that we came not to the Bussian gate  
Before the dawning light, a time to late  
The strong portcullizd Turnepike to surprise  
Which 
Grobbend●ncke was as then governor of the town.  Grobbendoncke with's hundred watchful eyes  
Safeguarded sure, who takes a close Alar'me  
With all his bands, commanding all to arm.  
This caused us to retire, and homewards bend  
With out th' effect of that projected end,  
Whose hopes had brought us to those Champion plains  
Which Mase enricheth with his flowing veins,  
The Spoils of Brabant, and the conquered Buss  
Being the project of each wanting purse.  
In this retreat our troops were hunger pressed  
Tired with travail, and with thirst oppressed:  
So that until we touched upon the Maze  
Towards whose streams our Maniples did pace,  
We fared like some Alarbian hungry thief  
Who traversing the desert for relief  
Follows the track of some known Caravan,  
Which to fulfil their heathenish Alcoran,  
Visits that profane Mahometan shrine  
Placed by the Caliphs' 
A● ●echa in Arabia.  near th' Arabian Sine.  
Those stinking pools, Cocytus like aspected  
Which the Marashes vapours had infected,  
Those puddle lakes wherein the water Toad  
The Frog and Horseleech keep their safe abode,  
Were sought, and searched out to allay the fire  
Of appetite fresh burning with desire.  
Whose liquor was more precious to the mouth  
Then all those wines transported from the South  
Which the Canarian Islander doth sup  
On solemn feasts in's Nectar crowned Cup,  
Then that the Cretan near Cerathus drinks,  
Or Bachrach sends from Rhenus' sandy brinks.  
Yet after those disgusts surmounted all,  
Which like some storm upon our troops did fall,  
And those freebooters all repulsed back,  
Which followed our Nassavians by the track;  
We passed unto the 
A town in Gelderland belonging to the states.  Grave, where each man feeds  
In plenty's Magazine, and all our needs  
Received supplies from those fat Geldrian fields,  
Whose swarming store, Bread, Beef and Mutton yields  
In greater measure, than that Eastern land,  

The lands of Assiria and Hungary are very fruitful.  Which borders on the roaring Tigris strande,  
Or those Pannonian pastures, where the grass  
For's sudden growth comparison doth pass.  
Thus having well refreshed our hungry bands  
We doubled those high crested heathy lands,  
Which forth extended from the billowing Maze,  
Do overlook the Betowes various face.  
From thence our tired legions speeding came  
Unto the ports of 
Nimegham stands high upon the hanging of a hill.  high built Nimegham,  
There resting one whole night we made descent  
Unto the plains of that low Continent,  
Where near to our Intrenchments Waal doth slide  
From out the Rhines enameled diaprie side,  
Whose weeping waves seemed to condole with us,  
Because we missed th' unconquerd maiden Buss.  
But in this space that war like Genovese  
Th' Infantaes General scorning pampered ease,  
With these alarms roused doth angry fare  
Like some Muscovian winter pined Bear,  
Who when the Sun gins to melt the Snow,  
Which pargetteth that Northern Climates brow  
Forsakes his den, and roving runs for pray  
With all his Cubs their hunger to allay.  
To quench this bloody thirst he sends commands  
Through Flaunders, Heinault and those Wallon lands,  
Whose Frontier from the British Ocean bends  
To Limburge, and Burgundiaes' western ends:  
Inioyning all their Garrisons to arm  
Upon the summons of this first Alarm,  
And at a day prefixed themselves to show  
Near Antwerp their determined Rendezvous.  
These Regiments, with those which Borges led,  
Who near to Sluice were winter-billetted,  
Upon this order to Steu'n Bergen passed  
In warlike manner near to julies' last.  
That town being won, they lingered not an hour  
But straightways marched with their victorious power  
To Bergen, where their men the 
A Terrier in properly any thing that puts itself into the earth.  Terriers play  
Behind that Mount, which opposite then lay  
Unto the port of Woo, from whence their works,  
Behind whose covert all their Army lurks,  
Extended ran unto the Kickepotte forte,  
Which overlookes the City's Southern port.  
Upon their first approach some Squadrons pressed  
Did sally forth, and sallying did Invest  
That hillock, where the Vauzian English stood, 
The English of my Lord Vauxes regiment.   
In Castile's cause selfelavish of their blood.  
Hard was the fight, for nation against nation  
English 'gainst English fought with emulation;  
But still the Marquis sending fresh supplies,  
With number more than valour won the prize  
From the besieged, who with odds surchardged  
Retired, and retiring still discharged  
Their murdering Muskets on the Spanish files,  
Which six to one surpassed our 
A Maniple is a division of files.  Maniples.  
After the passage of this first affrounte,  
The foes incouragd did their Cannon mount  
Upon new 
A place to mount Ordinance on.  platforms raised, whose thundering reach  
Having inforcd an assaultable breach,  
They scald the ruins, and began the fight  
Veiled with the Curtin of a Moonshine night  
About the second Round: with various chance  
In this conflict Mars shown his countenance  
Unto both parties, for the Martial foe  
Sometimes was beat; sometimes did overthrow:  
Thrice being repulsd, they thrice did reassaile  
And though oppressed, their courage ne'er did fail:  
For knowing valour to be actions Spirit,  
Which Crowns our projects with successful merit,  
They rallied still, till Phoebus lift his head  
From pearld Aurora's saffron coloured bed:  
Then being subject to the pointeblancke aim  
Of every markeman, they forsook the game  
Unequal of their parts, and backwards plied  
Unto their Trenches from the bulwarks side.  
The loss was great, twelve hundred Spaniards killed  
The bending Circle of our 
A Fortification made in form or manner of a horn.  Horn●worke filled,  
Two hundred of our side did likewise dye  
Leaving their fame's pawns to Eternity:  
Amongst the rest Purfry my noble friend  
In honour's bed sealed up his glorious end,  
The like was 
Sir Michael Eueret and Captain Loveles.  Eueretts chance, and Lovelesse lot,  
Both which with poisoned bullets being shot,  
When Aesculapius' skill could not appease,  
Nor Surgery the venom's rancour ease,  
Exchaungd their living flesh to liveless dust  
Till heaven thronizd immortal rise they must.  
Inhuman war thou horseleech of mankind,  
Which pleasure in displeasure still dost find,  
Whose mansions are deaths hollow charnelld caves  
Large fields of slaughter, where thy fury raves  
Unlimited, and boundeles in that lust,  
Which nought but blood and murder content must.  
Were not the Roman 
The dart which the Romans  pile, the Parthian shaft,  
The Grecian 
The pike which the Macedonians used.  Sarisse, and Moriscan dart,  
T'heluetian halberd, and our British bill  
Potent enough thy greediness to fill  
With slaughtered bodies? but that Organs new  
Must terriblize themselves to mortals View,  
Which thou hast found out in this latter age,  
To Cocker up thy blood still thirsting rage.  
Now must that 
Great ordinance.  Brazen fire outbelching trunk  
Found out by that accursed Germane Monk,  
Whole myriads kill, and raise of bodies slain  
Pyramid Mounttaines on the sanguind plain.  
To furnish this device, those stinking cells  
Wherein the loving Paphian Pigeon dwells,  
Those Cellars, where our English skenker fills  
That ruddy Claret sent from Gascoines hills,  
Must now be searched for 
Saltpetre.  Nitre: Swethlands brass  
Guipuscan Iron, and that heavy mass  
Of palefaced lead, sent from the Northern 
From the Peake in Darbishire comes great store of Lead.  Peake  
Must now with streams from mangled bodies reak,  
Clay must be fetched from Padoaes' fertile plains,  
Sulphur from Sicills fire out belching veins,  
Rozin from Rugeland, and that Borill coast,  
Where Riga stands, now to the Swethner lost:  
To make 

These are ingredients with which Granades and wild fire balls are made.  
See Machiael in the addition to his book of war pag. 45 45.   those fiery balls, Granadin Squibs  
Aspected like crinited Comets glibs,  
Which burning break, and breaking piecemeal rend  
All that's opposed to this fell instrument.  
But as though all these Engines were but weak  
Thy blood Hydropicke thirstines to break,  
The fatal bullet must impois'ned be,  
To wreak thy malice on mortality.  
So that a wounded arm, a skarred thigh,  
A pierced hand shall as for certain die,  
As if that hollow blood conducting vain  
Some mortal hurt or damage did sustain,  
Or those same cordial strings, which knit the life  
Were sundered quite by some Ravilliacks knife:  
Were not O Rome thy 
All these were notabletraitors  Gerrard's, Lopes, Squires,  
Thy Assassins, and fulminations fires,  
Thy poysnie simples fetched from Concritan,  
From Nubia, Tombut, and from Terminan,  
From hot Cyrene, and that 
Ponlus.  Eastern coast,  
Whereon the roaring Pontic seas are tossed,  
Sufficient means to furnish with supply  
The yawning gulf of thy new Purgat'ry?  
But that thy darling, and thy minion Spain,  
Thy ape of mischief, must her honour stain  
Acquired by the fortune of fair Arms,  
And blemish it with poyson-contriud harms.  
But whilst that my digressive muse thus falls  
To this Inuective fit, the Cannon calls  
Her wand'ring thoughts to Bergen whose loud sound  
From every platform echoing doth rebound  
With greater noise, then when the 
Two most furious batteries, see the Turkish history pag 418. and pag. 584.  Scodran towers  
Were battered by the Barbr'ous Turkish powers,  
Or When the Rhodian bulwarks were defaced  
By Soliman, and all their glory razed  
Left nothing to the crossed Christian Knight,  
But the sad aspect of this dismal sight.  
Our ordinance disposed by gibson's care,  
Whose merit claims an honourable share  
In Bergens safeguard, did the Spaniards ply  
With frequent Peals of their Artillery,  
Whose levelled shot unto the foemen sent,  
Did Piecemeal Gabions, men and Rampires rend;  
And whilst their bodies mounted, sent their souls  
To grisly Pluto's dark Infernal holes.  
Some nine days after when the Crystal gate  
Of that same day, which mortals consecrate  
To mighty jove, with shady night was closed,  

Companies of foot.  The Iberian Cohorts for the fight disposed  
By their Campemasters, to the combat past,  
Fast in their orders, in their marching fast:  
Then having got the battered Curtains base  
They sought to mount upon that horneworks face,  
Where 
Colonel Hinderson a brave Scots man  Hinderson with his, and our own nation  
Aranged stood in point of his own station.  
The fight was cruel, doubtful, full of blood,  
Wherein Bellona's Bridegroom wavering stood,  
Uncertain to which side the palm should fly  
To this of right, or that of Tyranny.  
For though the Spaniards charged, ours still resisted  
And though rechardgd, yet resolute persisted  
In their defence, until th' assaulting foe  
His back unto th' Orangian troops did show.  
But mark how fortune with her powerful beck  
As stepdame unto valour gives the check;  
For although Hinderson like 
Scaeva a valiant Roman.  Scaeva stood.  
'Gainst oppositions face, and still made good  
Th' engaged place, yet one foul random shot  
The conquest from this brave Commander got;  
Which baneful pellet robbed him of his breath,  
Worthy to survive even in the spite of death.  
After this loss Prince Maurice sends relief  
From Gravenweert, commanded all in chief  
By 
Sir Charles Morgan Colonel of a foot regiment under the States.  Morgan, who with winged measures speeds  
Unto the town, that now for succour bleeds.  
He wafting o'er the diaprie-purled Waal,  
From thence unto swift Mosaes' stream doth fall,  
And sailing through that narrow Midland sea  
Whose channel gives access to Bergens Kaye  
Arrived at his charge, and there proposed  
Great Nassawes orders, which being well disposed  
By 
Rihove was governor of Bergen, and Fama was Colonel of a regiment of Walloons.  Rihoves counsel, and by Famaes' care  
From all advantage did th' assailants bare.  
He scorning like some Frozen Flemish hulk  
To lie shopt up within the Rampire's bulk,  
Gives life to action, through the posterns Sallies  
And though repulsed again his squadrons rallies,  
Until the vanquished foes of hope bereft  
The dead half Moon unto our Legions left.  
Then reassaulting they forsook th' assault,  
Through our men's valour and their own default;  
For Morgan still repels them with thick hails  
Of Musket shot, with bristled Iron flails,  
With smoking wildfire balls, and blown up mines  
Whose hollow vaults filled full with 

An instrument made like a flail to throw over the Rampire or parapet unto the Enemies.  
Powder that is used in mines or great ordinance.  
The Walloons of the Bishopric of Leoge.   Serpentine,  
And taking fire by some sulphureous train  
T'heauens with smoke, the land with blood doth stain.  
On th' other side the Dutchmen taking heat  
From our examples beams did bravely beat  
The Spanish squadrons, which in success failed  
As oft as they our horned workes assailed.  
The like the Frenchmen did, and that stout nation  
Which in rich Lukeland holds their habitation,  
But then being subject to Famaes commands  
Employed their service for the Netherlands.  
In these conflicts brave Mountioy, Morgan, Gibson,  
Rich, Courtney, Conway, Halsewell, Hinderson,  
Cook, Tibals, Pollard, Clarke and Killegree,  
Knolles, Bacon, Turney, Kenniet horpe and Carey,  
Shown matchless valour, and deserve to be  
For this the children of Eternity,  
Being all self lavish of their dearest blood  
For Bergens defence, and our unions good.  
Amongst the list of the Philippicke bands  
Blunt 
Sergeant Maior Blunt.  of his foes even admired stands  
Hapless in this, that homespun discontents  
Made him to follow Spain's ambitious bents.  
In this mean time Count Mansfield having left  
The disunited union, and bereft  

All the high Palatinate.  Of all those upper Countries, where the Rhine.  
With Neckars stream his pearled streams doth join,  
And all that fruitful large-extended tract,  
Which borders on the river, being sacked  
By both their Armies, and the pillagd Boor  
Despoiled quite of all his former store;  
Which cluster-crowned Bacchus did afford,  
Or Ceres yield from her all plenteous hoard.  
The charge of Manhein being given to Veare,  
And Heidelberge designed to Herbert's care,  
Frankn'dale to Burrowes, and those Almain bands  
Which still stood firm to frederick's commands,  

The Palatinate.  His Excellence the Paltzian soil forsakes  
In famous for our losses, and betakes  
Himself to that retreat, which crowned his name  
With the triumphant wreaths of glorious fame.  
Vnparralleld for conduct, and th' event  
Except by Conon's worthy precedent:  
Or that 
Of these two retraites is mention made before. Z●nophon.  Athenians, who from elam's hills  
Retired to those fields, which Phasis fills,  
When Actaxerxes troops his Army chaste  
And for two thousand miles his Legions faced,  
For although Tilley reinforced with aid  

This relation I had from Sir james ramsey who was present in all this service.  From all th'imperial circles, had forelaid  
Those passages, which give a free access  
From Almain to the Frountring Lorraneffe.  
Yet the Mansfieldians having past the Sar  
And Bliesses streams, (whose Crystal source from far  
Extracted, for diurnal tribute yields  
His glassy purls to Lotharingiaes' fields:)  
Arrived at Sauerne, where 
The Count Palatin.  the Paltzian Prince  
Gives the farewell to mansfield's Excellence,  
And safe convoyd through friendly Galliaes' land  
Imbarks himself on the Calisian strand.  
There hence our squadrons marched into Lorraine,  
From whence the Guisians claim their Origen;  
And passing by that Frountiers Southern side  
near unto which 
A great river in Lorraine.  Voloys current doth glide,  
They doubled Mortaignes' woods, Volgesus Mountain,  
Fat Vaignies valleys, and the Mosells fountain. 
Lottaringia or Lorraine took his name from one Lotharicus See Mercator in his description of it.   
Then leaving that Fraunceloving towenfull soil  
Which Lotharicke did with his name enstile,  
They bending Northwards, did their ensigns spread  
In Lutzenburge beyond swift Semois head  
And came through many perils to Sedan,  
The ducal seat of Princely Bullion:  
Where having well refreshed their pinching needs  
And rested some few days, their Army speeds  
With running marches o'er the winding turns  
Of 
Rivers which run through Namures.  Howl and Mase, and that high mountains horns  
Where Charlemont by Phillip's Soldiers ma●nd  
In view of Heinault and Namurs doth stand.  
Then having through that territory past▪  
They laid the fair Namurcan Burrowes waste  
With fire, and sword, and all those hostile ills  
Which hell with souls, the land with slaughter fills.  
Gonsaluo 
Gonsaluo de Corduba General of the Spanish armed  moved with these affrounting harms  
And jealous of his honour, forth with arms  
With all those Walloun bands, and Spanish legions,  
Which quartered lay within that Frountiers regions:  
And taking the 
The Champion.  Campaina, strait forelayes  
The crooked passage of those broken ways,  
Extended forth from Mosa to those sloughs,  
Which the rich Femming and Brabanson Ploughs,  
At Flourie near Namurs he pitched his Tents  
With all the flower of his old Regiments,  
Whose Maniples computed by the list,  
Of s●u'nteene thousand Soldiers did consist,  

Peazaunts of the Country.  And twenty thousand Boors well armed with glaives,  
With Firelocks, and Herculean clublike staffs.  
About the time, that bright Apollo steeps  
His golden tresses in th' Iberian deeps,  
Count Mansfield doth approach, and having spied  
Their vaunt couriers, unto that hillock hied,  
Behind whose covert all their Cohorts lay  
To stop our march, and our battalions stay.  

There ran a little brook between Man●field and Corduba.  Then wading through the flag oreshaded brooks  
Meander wise retorted turning nooks,  
Upon the farther side he makes a stand  
And to Gonsaluo tenders this demand.  
Whether his valour were resolved to fight  
Upon th' appearance of the morning light.  
Or that his patience would give parting leave,  
And so the web of both their safeties wove.  
The Corduban thus summoned, thus replies:  
Thinks the Bohemian 
Mansfield was Marshal of Bohemia before he was General.  Marshal to surprise  
My wisdom with his words? and curb my spirit  
Lavish in this to do my sovereign right?  
Can he conceive his Legions shall departed?  
Who thus have torn th' Imperial eagle's heart,  
Despoiled our vestal Nuns, ransacked our Friars,  
And crammd themselves with pillagd Ments and Triers;  
He must account for all Bohemiaes' spoil.  

At Hagenawe & Heseldorffe the Count overthrew th'imperials.  For it Hagenawne, and Heseldorffian foil,  
Before he can our safeconduct obtain,  
And free advenue into Brabant gain.  
Bohemiaes' General warmed with this reply;  
Doth all the bend of his devoirs apply  
To cross their projects, and with Linxean eyes  
Unto the depth of each advantage pries,  
By which he might his Phalangiers defend,  
And great Gonsaluos 
Regiment is a number of foot consisting of more or less companies.  Regiments offend.  
He strait commands his Cohorts all to lie  
Armed and unarmed, horse and Infantry  
That night in battle ray, behind that hill  
Whose Southern brow our Maniples did fill,  
Upon the morn when Sols irradiant light  
Had rend the veil of Sable coloured night,  
He marshals his divisions, views their ranks,  
Surveys all parts, both Vanguard, Rear and flanks,  
Gives motives to their mettle, and doth cheer  
Their wavering minds against the bugs of fear.  
These are, quoth he, those feeble beaten bands,  
So often foiled by your victorious hands,  
The relics of the Leopoldian host,  
And of those Tertioes, which their honour lost  
At Heseldorffe, when our men did defeat  
Bavariaes' General and their Army beat.  
The rest are Peazaunts rude, 
Landesdayes are days of solemn meeting.  uplandish Boors  
Acquainted better with their Landesdayes stirs  
With taphouse quarrels, alefomented broils,  
Then with Bellona's Hazards or her toils.  
We are those men, who have Bohemia sacked,  
Conquered 
Three strong towns in Bohemia.  Prachadis, Pilsen and Pisacke  
Have striven with nature's threats, with dangers dread,  
And through their sense afflicting terrors sped  
Unto this bed of fame, where we must fight  
Or else our honoured lives abandon quite.  
Behind us lies 
A high mountain in Lorraine.  Volgesus crested ridge,  
Sambre before unpassable by bridge,  
Upon the right hand runs the roaring Maze,  
Upon the left, great Corduba doth face  
Our armed battalions, so that we must die.  
Or gain ourselves by glorious victory.  
All like this, but two thousand mutineers,  
Who making pay the shadow of their fears,  
Dislike their Gen'ralls' motion and refuse  
T'engage themselves for his employments use.  
The valiant Count on point of service set  
With this refusal moved doth storming fret:  
As when a retriud Partridge mounts the sky  
Some Fauckener lets a cast of Marlins' fly  
Whereof that makes it home, but this doth fail  
And Castrell-like doth poorly turn her tail.  
The Falconer marking from some lofty tree,  
The sad disaster of this sport doth see▪  
And with stern words thats cowardice doth rate,  
But cheers the mettle of her soaring mate,  
He chides them first, then seeks to move their hearts,  
With melting flakes of his persuasive arts;  
He tells them, what dishonour 'ttwere, what shame  
Unto the lustre of the Germane name,  
Thus to forsake themselves, their friends, their chief,  
And sequestrate the means of their relief.  
He shows that these were not their solemn vows  
At Manheim made, when they did there espouse  
Their lives to's service, and obliged by oath  
Against the Spaniards and imperials both,  
Did freely promise never to forsake  
His Princely colours, but to undertake  
The share of all adventures, till the date  

The free state of the Netherlands.  Expired were, for which the Cantond state  
Of Holland had their Legions entertained,  
Never before with disobedience stained.  
But all these words like fuel did increase  
The raging fire of their stiff stubbornness,  
Wherefore he leaves this plot, and doth entreat  
That if they would not fight, they would retreat  
Or else advance themselves, and make a stand  
Upon that place, where he should give command.  
This last being granted, he doth strait enlarge  
The Frount of his battalions, and doth charge;  
As when some raine-engendred Torrents shock  
Both beat upon an adamantine rock.  
Or when some sulphurous fulminations fire  
Lights on the crest of some pyramid Spire  
The Bombards first did with their Torlin play,  
And hundreds slain upon the Champion lay,  
The bullet furrowed field with shot sown  
And all the plain with battered Corslets strowen.  
Then their 
Lose wings which begin the fight.  Forlorn death destined hope  
With our lose wings of Musketeers doth coop,  
The lighthorse failing fowl on both the flanks  
Do charge, and wheel, and wheeling change their ranks  
The Musketeers from either side do pour  
Of palefaced bullets a death storming shower  
The Pikemen push, and pushing with their Pike  
Through maild habergeons, helms and Corslets strike.  
Foot sticks to foot, and hand doth gripe with hand  
Each Frounter with his Frounter next doth band:  
With streams of blood the bloody green doth smoke,  
Whose vapour took foment with every stroke.  
Our Curaciers by valiant 
Otherwise called the Bishop of Halbershat  Brunswick led  
The last of all unto this combat sped  
Whose footsteps dread and danger did attend,  
Whersoever they did with their Cornets wend.  
Hear a brave Soldier wounded with a bruise  
Through th' orifice his fleeting soul out spews,  
Hear a sure Gunner shot off by the knees  
Life's upward, whilst the neither fragment steeves.  
Hear a man-woman Amazonian dame  
A Votaress to Mars, and Venus' game  
Shot near her friend in his embracements dies,  
And living dying thus doth sympathize.  
But in the midst of this tumultuous broil  
Brunswick though shot out braveth fear and toil,  
Both charge and rechardge, falls on Frount and flank,  
Sometimes by file sometimes giving in by rank.  
From morn till noon this dreadful fight did last,  
But when 
It was a little after mid day.  the sun had the Meridian past  
Some thirty minutes, all things being confused,  
The Spainsh vanguard broke, their Chief amusd  
With our men's courage; Mansfield then appears  
More than himself, and thus inflaming cheers.  
His last reserve: come on, keen up your spite  
Against these Barbr'ous Demimoores' despite;  
Break through the Frount of that half broken troop  
And make their stiffness to your valour stoop,  
With your well pointed blades hue out your way  
Through their battalions which your course forelay.  
No sooner said but done, for forth they rush,  
And like some winter storm do down right push  
All that's opposed, and routing file by file  
Rank after rank they pass that iron toil  
Unto the station of our mutineers,  
Whose wavering fills both sides with jealous fears.  
For Corduba surmising that they lay  
For a reserve, his last pursuit to stay,  
Durst not engage his overtired band,  
But on the place of battle kept his stand.  
The loss was not unlike; four thousand slain  
Of either side the Champion's brow did stain  
With Purple streams of their vermilion blood  
Whose Ruby congealed on th' Earth's surface stood.  
Amongst this honoured list stout Weimars' Duke,  
And Rougiere their fatal death's wound took  
Mengesheim was ta'en, and Brunswickes' arm was shot  
Who lost his hand whilst he the laurel got.  
This conflict being past, the Count doth march  
(Mounted upon a rich triumphant Arch)  
Over the 
A river which runneth into the Maze. The Prince of Orange.  Sambre, vanquisheth the Boors,  
Passeth through Brabant, joineth there his powers  
Near Rosendale with the 
A river which runneth into the Maze. The Prince of Orange.  Nassavian Grave,  
Both being resolved thin'gaged town to save  
From the Castilians, who with might and maine  
Applied the siege Bergen-opzom to gain.  
Fame bruiting this with her shrill Sounding wind  
With jealous fears fills the Marquis' mind;  
Who doubting that both Armies might Surprise,  
His passage unto Antwerp, strait doth rise  
With all his 
Regiments.  Tertioes, and to Vulcan turns  
His straw built station, which inflamed burns  
The large extent of that well fenced frame,  
Ere our Bergheneers to the pillage came.  
But what Toledoes wiles, 
The Prince of Parma.  Farnezes' might,  
Gonsaluoes power, nor Spinolaes' despite  
Can not effect; for nine times seven years  
Against the fortune of the Belgian Peers;  
Homespun Sedition, if not crossed by Fate,  
Was like to work against our Unions State.  
This faction first was leavened by the sour  
Of called Arminianism, whose cloudy shower  
Seemed to deface the clear irradiant Sun  
Of reformed Truth, which on these Regions shone.  
New Sectaries these Rudiments did varnish  
With fresh additions, and did fairly garnish  
The Frontispiece of that half rotten house,  
Whose Architecture did the soul's amuse  
Of sundry Belgians, which for shelter came  
To this faire-seeming scarce substantial frame.  
This difference in Religion caused another  
Difference in Faction, which th' Arminians smother  
For selfe-behooving reasons, till the State  
Was managed by the Hollandish Advocate,  
Great Barnevelt, a Paragon for wit,  
For faction, greatness, which entirely knit,  
And linked to's fortunes, were the golden baits  
That caught Plebeian minds with fond deceits:  
He vassaled as the rumour saith, to Spain,  
Envious to Nassaw, covetous to gain,  
And sphere within his reaches that command,  
Which Maurice held with his victorious hand;  
Appalls the multitude with jealous fears,  
With tickling rumours fills the glowing ears  
Of his Associates, tells them that t'indure  
The proud Nassavians yoke, and their grandeur,  
Were to project their freedoms, and themselves  
Against the ridge of those Monarchicke shelves,  
Which mighty 
Philip the 2. King of Spain  Philip raised at the first,  
To quench his vast ambition's Dropsy thirst.  
Besides it were against the sacred Laws  
Of God and Nature, to forsake the Cause  
Of their Religion, which b' Arminius spread,  
And replanted in Holland's fruitful bed,  
By his Disciples, now despised, abject,  
Was even suppressed by the Caluinian Sect.  
Thus Policy joined with Religion shrouds  
The Barneveltine plots, and like those clouds,  
Where a Parelion sits, deceives the sight  
Of rash beholders with their specious light.  
But O divine Religion, why shouldst thou  
To men's designs; nay, palliations bow?  
O why shouldst thou, whose radiant tresses chain  
God unto man, and man to God again?  
Why should thy Name ineffable, divine,  
Zeals Cabinet, and pure Devotions shrine,  
Be made a stolen to all the black intents  
Of humane projects? and the bloody bents  
Of their pretences, who pretending right,  
Like Nimrods' proud against thy Sceptre fight.  
So that there life's not that damned 
A damned Murderer.  Assassin,  
Nor that unloyall loyallized Ignatian;  
Not that Ravilliac, whose death pointed knife  
Despoiled the brave 
Henry the 4. Gerard, who killed the prince of Orange.  Navarrois of his life;  
Not that 
Henry the 4. Gerard, who killed the prince of Orange.  Burgundian Murderer, that Squire,  
Nor that Lopes, but draws the twisted wire  
Of his rank Treasons from the fair pretence  
Of glozed Religion, though his senseless sense,  
Right 
Those that have the Apoplexy, are insensible.  Apoplecticke-like ne'er feels the motion  
Of piety, nor zealous true devotion.  
But Barnevelt suppressed, his faction quelled,  
His popular Colossic props down felled,  
The Lernaean Head of that rebellious rout  
Being sundered quite, whose falsehood went about  
To subjugated the Netherlands again  
Unto the rule of rule-desiring Spain.  
Some few years after, this seditious crew  
Makes head again, and freshly doth pursue  
Their ancient quarrel, whose projected bend  
Fuelled with malice, fed with discontent,  
Intends the wrack of the Nassavian race.  
But in their weals weal-public to deface.  
There want not Catilines; 
The names of these 4. were Cor. Gerritzon Her. Hermanson, john Nicolas, Theodorick Leonardson.  rich Harlem sends  
From cold North- Hollands Frost congealed ends,  
Four Climate differing Spirits, inflamed with fire  
Of light Ambition, Sovereignties desire,  
With Envy, and Revenge, whose fuming terrors  
Distract their souls into a maze of errors.  
But Barnevelts two sons, wind up the clue  
Of all their doubts, and to their faction screw  
Other Associates, in which damned List  

Daniel Slatius an Arminian Preacher.  Slatius hath not the meanest Interest,  
With Cornewinder, and Adrian van Deicks,  
Whom blind fold zeal to false rebellion pricks.  
Thus was the plot; four Assassins designed  
For this black deed, were solemnly combined  
By mutual vows, and interchanged oaths,  
Which blushing Sol, and palefaced Cynthia loathes)  
To Pistol Maurice, Henrick, and the rest  
Of the Nassavian stock; this being confessed  
By two Conspirators, the Prince strait hies  
From Ris●wicke to the Hague, 
Riswicke, ● Dorp near to the Hague.  and there descries  
In an Arminian house four of this crew,  
Whose malice did great Nassaws death pursue.  
All these were seized by the 
The Prince of Orange's guard  Praetorian band,  
Imprisoned, arraigned, and by the powerful hand  
Of right-dividing justice put to death,  
As men unworthy to usurp that breath,  
Whose rancour had conspired their Country's sack,  
State-alteration, and religions wrack.  
Such was the doom of Slatius, such the lot  
Of young Barnevelt, 
A small harbour within a mile of the Hague.  who to Scheveling got  
Laruates his visage, doth his name exchange,  
And in a Skippers habit seeks to range  
From Holland to the rich Hamburgers Seat,  
Against whose walls the billowing Elbe doth beat.  
But found at Scheveling by the curious eyes  
Of public search, he for this Treason dies,  
For what reward can Treason else expect,  
But punishment, and rigours worst effect?  
But t'other of the sons comes fairer off,  
Who passing by the Geldrians unto 
Goffe., a town Cleeveland, as then under the king of Spain.  Goffe.,  
There saves himself, and pentioneerd to Spain,  
New projects of revenge doth entertain,  
Hoping his Sires and Brother's death to quite,  
Wrought as he says by the Nassavians spite.  
The Winter passed in tortures, April smiles  
To see the laboured preparations toils,  
Which both sides take, t'enrich the colder earth  
With streams of blood, whose forced abortive birth  
With Ruby-coloured Roses decks the fields  
Of rich Westphalia, which that 
The Bishop of Colen, who is also Bishop of Munster and Liege.  Bishop weelds,  
Whose triple-Mitred power, whose dreadful awe  
To all th' inferior Circles gives the Law,  
Supported by the Popes, and Caesar's grace,  
By Bavier, and potent Austriaes' race.  
He proud of these supports, and of that aid  
Which Liege and Munster sends, had strongly stayed  
The current of our Union; and devoted  
Unto the See of Rome, had Clerke-like quoted  
The Machiavellian Index, for the shifts  
Of policies, and false evasive drifts.  
Brunswick inflamed with this proud Prelates wrongs,  
To revenge which his boiling spirit longs;  
Abandoneth his former wintring place,  
Repasseth Ems, and clear Visurgis face.  
Then ransacking the crammed Westphalian 
Two great rivers in Westphalia.  Dorps,  
With their relief he feeds the Soldier's corpse.  
Strong was his Army, numerous and fair,  
Which breathed nought but hoped Victoria's air:  
For now besides his old well-trained Bands,  
Which wintered in the Paterbornian lands;  
New reinforcements warlike Hassia sends  
From flaggie 
Fulde and Eder, two rivers of Hessen.  Fuldes, and Eders rolling bends.  
The like the Saxon doth from those cold hills,  
Whose Snow-bred torrent Albis' channel fills.  
Thus did the Rhinegrave; thus did Lovestein,  
Altenburg, Weimer, Schlic, and Vitgeinstein,  
All Colonels of those farre-feared Legions,  
Which Brunswick raised in these upper Regions.  
Th' Imperials were not for their number equal,  
But passing our Bezonian Bands in mettle,  
Consisting of those Cohorts which Mortaigne,  
Which Truchses led, and Dane allied Holsteine,  
Of the Croatian Horse which Anhalt brought,  
Of late unto the Spanish faction wrought,  
Of the Portuguese Bands, and of that force  
Which 
Paulus the Pope sent succours to the Emperor in these wars.  Paulus sent from Tiber's sandy source.  
About the time that Munster's wealthy Boor,  
With Ceres' fruits renewed his former store,  
When Maurice lay within fair Arnhams walls,  
And Mansfield lodged near to swift Emses falls:  
The Duke to Statloo came, and on the banks  
Of 
Honour is a river in Westphalia, which runs near to Statloo, the place where the battle was fought. Are Croatian Horsemen.  Honner quartered false Criphausens' ranks,  
To make that passage good against the foe,  
Which near to Vulten did their Ensigns show.  
But he being hooked by the golden bait  
Of Tilleys promises, forsaketh strait  
The place of his Command, which Tilley taketh  
With his 
Honour is a river in Westphalia, which runs near to Statloo, the place where the battle was fought. Are Croatian Horsemen.  Crabats, and from that Station maketh  
To the Brunswican Vanguard, which being charged,  
At first acquitted well, and well discharged  
Their Martial duties; but at length being pressed  
By the Croatian Rutters, which addressed  
Themselves to their encounter, they forsook  
The bloody Combat, and themselves betook  
To a dishonoured flight, which Brunswick seeks  
To stop with blows and words, but still he meets  
Those fearful bugs, which cowards souls affright,  
Who rather chose to die, then live to fight.  
Are these, quoth he, the solemn Alebench braves,  
Made by these lumps of clay, these sodden slaves?  
Who when they were but tickled with the heat  
Of sulphurous Rhenish, would whole Armies beat,  
Would quarter General Tilley, lard his heart  
With points of steeled Pikes, t'avenge the smart  
Done to my cousin Frederick, and his Queen,  
By Ferdinand's, and Philip's mortal spleen.  
But now being set upon their Fortune's trials,  
They prove but hollow casks, but empty vials,  
Big speaking puffers, glorious of their words,  
But jades and dastards, weaklings with their swords.  
Fie, fie for shame, leave off to run and rout,  
Rally 
Rally, is to reorder, or bring in order again.  yourselves, and face it once about,  
Then shall you see the God of Battles smile,  
And vanquishers th' Imperial eagle's foil.  
But maugre all these words▪ they rout and run,  
As when some horned heard the hounds doth shun.  

A small town under the States, which lay two leagues off.  They fly towards Breafort, whom the fierce Crabats  
Pursue, and strike down with the thundering claps  
Of their Carbins', so that for two leagues space,  
You could see nought upon the Champion's face  
But carnage of mankind, but Corslets strowen,  
But points of Pikes, of Swords, and Halberds sown.  
Two hundred foes were killed, two thousand slain  
Of the Brunswicans, and five thousand ra'en  
With spoils, and Honour crowned Tilleys host;  
But that which did enlarge their glory host;  
Was their compassion, and their mercy known  
Unto the captive Halberstadians shown.  
After the fortune of this battle past,  
By Treason, and our Soldier's rawness lost,  
Brunswick retires with his halfe-broken Band  
Unto the Confines of fat Gelderland;  
Where entertaining, all the chosen best  
For the State-Seruice, he cashieres the rest  
Of that defeated selfe-betraying rabble,  
Whom cowardice, or sickness made unable  
To follow his designs, whose Verge still bends  
To cross the Spanish and Imperial ends.  
Four times from this had Cynthia closed her horns,  
And four times run complete her menstrual turns,  
When near December's last, t' Hollandish Fleet  
Bound for Brasill, commanded were to meet,  
If tempest scattered, near that neck of land,  
Where Sugar rich Saint Saluador doth stand.  
They from the 
The Haven of Amsterdam.  texel losing, ploughed those waves,  
Whose curled surge great Britain's Foreland laves.  
Then passing by rich Lisbornes foamy Bay,  
And the Terceraes, they thence made away  
To Teneriffaes' Pike, and that deep sound,  
Where Neptune's tumbling billows do rebound  
From Gambra, Melli, and that Sunburnt shore, 
Country's i● Africa.   
Whence Ginee sends her Idolized Oar.  
Then sailing West Southwest they passed the mouth  
Of 
Maragnon is a River, which boundeth Brasilia to the Northward,  Maragnon, and bending further South,  
They coasted all along that beachie Strand,  
Whose chequer borders fair Brasiliaes' Land.  
Hear from th' Aeolian wind outbelching cell  
The God of storms sent forth a tempest fell  
Upon the Dutch, which did their Galeouns beat,  
And sep'rated their Sea-commanding Fleet.  
So that e'er Willecks came, mine 
Maragnon is a River, which boundeth Brasilia to the Northward,  Here van Dort,  
Arrived in Los Sanctos spacious Port,  
Who thundering with his Cannon, gives th' Alarm,  
And makes the 
Willecks was Admiral, and my Lo. of Dort commanded fo● the land. Negroes.  Blacks, and Spaniards all to arm.  
Then back he falls into the watery Maine,  
To seek out Holland's Admiral again.  
Three times the Sun had dipped his Phlegon's feet,  
And cooled his Pasterns in the western deep;  
When that fare famed Tiphis of adventure  
Great Willeks, doth with all his Squadron enter  
The foamy mouth of the Brasilian Bay,  
And within distance of their Platforms lay:  
Whose Canoniers our moared Galeouns ply  
With roaring peals of their Artillery;  
These answer them from high and lower Tires,  
With 
With volleys of shot returned again.  revolets of their Promethean fires.  
This salutation past, he strait resolves  
To land his Troops, and seriously resolves  
Each advantageous course, no form, no shape  
Of what expedient was, could once escape  
His ponderous thoughts, for knowing words to be  
The solacers of fears infirmity;  
He thus inflames, thus comforts, thus exhorts  
His Hollanders: Come on my brave Consorts,  
here's honour, riches, profit, and what not  
Within Saluador to be lost, or got;  
Hear are those Ingots rich, those precious grains,  
Which 
Real, a River which bordereth Brasill to the Southward  Real washeth from the mountain's veins;  
Hear is that Oar, for which the Negro slaves  
Unlock the closerts of th'infernal caves,  
Kept by these meager Guardians, verbal puffs,  
Big lookers in their high castilian ruffs,  
But mere 
Vain glorious Braggarts  Quixotes, Rodomantading braves,  
Fair frontispieced like to their Grandees graves,  
But full of emptiness, and those defects,  
Which valour in selfe-bragging still detects.  
So that the spoil is facile, if that we  
Can beat this 
Hotch potch is any thing that is mingled; a Dutch-English word.   of mortalitle;  
These Spaniards, Portugals, Saluages, Moors,  
Who keep not, but are kept within the Towers  
Of Saint Saluador: Nor is private gain,  
Nor private fame the sole projected aim  
Of this day's service, but the public good,  
Which bleeding 
Since the loss of juliers.  since our juliacke losses stood,  
Must be the scope of every Soldiers bend,  
To which if we give just accomplishment;  
Then th' Andian Mountains which divide the skies,  
Shall open their veins to our new Colonies;  
Then those Brasilian woods, 
The Andes divide Peru and Brasill to the Westward. These Trees are so big, that whole families dwell in them. A great Lake in this Country.  whose massy Trees  
Saluages hive, like swarms of Russian Bees,  
With all those verdant Plains, which Oregliana,  
Which Real watereth, and curled 
The Andes divide Peru and Brasill to the Westward. These Trees are so big, that whole families dwell in them. A great Lake in this Country.  Eupana,  
Shall be the guerdons of our glorious toil,  
And honoured Emblems of th' Iberians foil.  
This speech being past, stout Willeks doth embark  
Within the 
Long-Boates.  skiffs, which from their Galeouns warp,  
Two thousand chosen men, whose ready spirit  
Strait undertakes the danger of this fight.  
Then the loud Cannon roars, the Soldier's scale,  
The Mariners with Boat-hookes down do hale  
The 
Are pales set up upon the top or bottom of a Rampire. Parapet is a Work made breast high upon the top of a wall or Rampire.  Palisadoes: but the Fort well manned  
At first to their defence did bravely stand,  
And poured down from the 
Are pales set up upon the top or bottom of a Rampire. Parapet is a Work made breast high upon the top of a wall or Rampire.  Parapetted walls  
Pitch-burning hoops, Granades, wildfire balls,  
Tarlin and Musket shot; but at the length  
These Spanish Hotespurres lose their former strength,  
Being stiffly charged, and to the town recoil,  
Outwearied with this dangerous combats toil,  
Leaving behind their ever honoured Chief  
Forlorn of all, devoid of all relief,  
Who fights it out even at the Rapier's point,  
Until surcharged with odds, and vigour spent,  
He sheathed up his Bilboe-tempred blade,  
And to the Conqueror's this submission made:  
I yield myself, this Castle, and this Fort,  
Saluadors' Town, and fair Los Sanctos Port,  
To you my noble Dutch for all shall be  
Now vassalized to your new signory:  
Only my Soul uncaptived remains  
Free from th'aspersion of those base stains,  
Which brand these fugitives, who had they been  
But Soldiers true, but hardy valiant men;  
Sooner should 
Rio grande, a River which runs from the lake of Eupan● into Marag●●.  Rio grande have changed his course,  
And retrograde revisited his source;  
Sooner should th' Andian Alps have washed their head  
In foamy Neptune's peeble-checkred bed,  
Then any parcel of Brasiliaes' land  
Should once have stooped to Orange's command.  
The Governor thus seized, the Castle won,  
The Fort surprised, and Saint Saluadors' Town  
Being quitted by the foes; the Dutch Cohorts  
Do forthwith enter those portcullized Ports,  
Whose bending passage gives an open way  
To this large City from Los Sanctos Bay.  
Great was the spoil, for jewels, gold, and plate  
Enriched the public, and the private state  
With pillage store; Potosies golden bars,  
The supporters of these Philippicke wars,  
Peruvian 
Wedges of Perwian gold  Ingots, red Brasilian wood,  
Rich Cochineale, and Sugar perfect good,  
Became the guerdons of the Dutchman's pains,  
And new additions to their ancient gains.  
The rumour of this loss no sooner came,  
Out trumpetted by truth-reporting Fame  
Unto the Court of Spain, but revenge wrought  
Within their Counsels breast, whose rancour sought  
To find some project out, by which they might  
Los Sanctos loss, and Saint Saluadors quite.  
Plots different were proposed; but at the last,  
This suffraged in Common counsel past  
That Spinola by conquered Bredaes' gain,  
Must Spain's eclipsed Honour remaintaine.  
For this design the fierce 
Spinola.  Ligurian takes  
The field at Ballart, and from Ballart makes  
Towards Hoochstraten, and renowned Turnhout, 
At Turnhout the Spaniards were defeated especially by the valour of the English.   
For our men's valour, and th' Iberians rout:  
Then passing by small Gilsen, Baerle, and Cham,  
About mid-August all their Legions came  
To Ginneken, and near the Merkaes' banks  
(Whose channel their entrenched Leaguer flanks)  
They drew their Quarters out; th' Italian Bands,  
Which Baglioni the Lombard proud commands  
Were lodged at Terheiden, their Almains led  
By john of Nassaw, were all billetted  
Within Terhague; the marquis with the men  
Of his Divisions, lay at Ginneken,  
Resolved all to win that glorious prize,  
Which Maurice got by Lambert's Turfe-device.  
The Citizens on the defensive stand,  
With new Supplies, and Reinforcements manned,  
Which 
These were Colonels of the English, French, and Dutch.  Hauterine, which Grissel, and Morgan led  
From glassy Seines, and Tamse's fruitful bed,  
Which Lockeren brought from the Crystal Mase,  
From sandy Rhines, and Issells watery face,  
Commanded all by Justin of Nassaw,  
Who to the Town, and Soldiers gave the Law.  
Besides, the 
The Prince of Orange.  Prince reinforced with supplies,  
Sent from his English friends, and fast Allies,  
Which brave Southampton led, which valiant Writhsly,  
Which Essex, Oxford, Veare and Willoughby  
Commanded for the States, had past his Bands  
From Holland through the rich Brabanson lands,  
To 
Two villages in Brabant, where they first quartered.  Meed and Stivesand, where his care attends  
To secure his Breda-beleagred friends,  
With all those stratagems, which force or wit  
Can yield, to farther, or to finish it.  
The rumour of this siege, with th'expectation  
Brought Volunteers from every Christian Nation  
Unto both Leaguers, in which honoured list  
Poloniaes' Prince claims chiefest interest: 
The Prince of Poland.   
Who coming from the cold Sarmatian plains,  
From Rugeland, and high Almain rich in veins  
Of sundry Minerals, arrived at last  
(After the chance of many fortunes passed)  
At Austrian Isabella's renowned Court,  
Where entertained with that Majestic port,  
Which did befit his Greatness he retires  
Unto the Camp from Brussels stately Spires,  
Desiring more to see the Leaguers face,  
The Spanish Stations, and their Soldier's grace,  
Then all that pomp, which Brussels did afford,  
To entertain this young Polonian Lord.  
Upon his first approach the Spanish foe  
New postures of their ancient boasting show;  
They brag and brave it, that this brave Polaque,  
Should take our strongest works, and Breda sack,  
Should lay the Rampire's level with the plain,  
And Marks current with our Vermilion stain.  
But his designs were safer, for the Prince  
Knew that Experience should find difference  
Betwixt our Troops, and those Cossackes which haunt  
Meotis Fens, and Tartaries Levant:  
He knew that here were no Tartarian Drovers,  
No Turkish Prickers, nor Valachian Rovers,  
No Muskovitish, nor Hungarian Bands,  
Whose fight on number, more than valour stands.  
But here were French and English nations bold  
Within the Curtin of this Rampired hold,  
And these not led by 
These were Bassas slain and defeated by the Prince of Poland.  Alis-beg, nor Nahan,  
Nor by Cirkas; but by Lock'rens, and Morgan,  
By Grinds and Hauterive men of that merit,  
That death nor danger could not sink their Spirit.  
Moreover 'twas not the Castilians bent,  
To take this place by forcible attempt,  
By battering, Petarring, or Scalado,  
By sapping, mining, or by Camisado,  
They knew 'twere labour lost, 'twere work in vain  
To seek by force this Fortress strong to gain.  
But famine was the plot, the Fabian course  
By which they meant the Soldier's hearts to force,  
And screw to their conditions: for what strength  
So Adamantine is? but yields at length  
Unto the force of famine; there's no law  
Can give prescription to a suffering maw:  
For Caesar's self must yield, and Pompey veil,  
If victuals with their hungry Colon fail.  
T'accomplish this great Castile's army blocks  
The friendly Mercke, and with their Cannon stops  
The Land 
Aduenue signifies a passage  advenues, five well fenced Forts  
Do bar the mouth of our porcullizd ports  
From all access: no Skoutes, no Spies could pass,  
The Circling Rampires large extended mass  
But their objected sight must strait ways be  
The pointeblancke aim of Spain's Artillery.  
Those mighty works, which with your wand'ring eyes  
On 
The plains in Wiltshire  Wiltshires' battle plains you may descry;  
Those monuments left by the conquering Danes,  
And the Saxons to eternize their names,  
Were counterfeits, and works of little fame  
Compared with this Gigantic massy frame.  
To pierce them through, 'twere to divide the breast  
Of Greekish Isthmos, or to cut the crest  
Of Athos and Olympus; 'ttwere to drain  
That ebbing flowing Mediterran main,  
Which runs between the sweet 
The I'll of Dorts.  Dordrecian Isle  
And bleeding Brabant's Ruby coul'red soil.  
His Excellence knew this, and for this cause  
Without all dallying demurs all delays  
He leaves his Meedan quarters, and doth fall  
From thence unto sweete-seated Rosendale,  
Where he refortifies his winter station,  
Useth th' assurance of his former caution,  
Seeks to cut off great Spinolaes' Conuoyes,  
And fill his Camp with Myriad of annoys.  
His brother Henericke at Longstratten lay  
Upon the passage of the 
Upon the way of the Buss.  Boshian way,  
To cut of those Supplies, which Brabant sent,  
Which Namurs, Heinault, and Burgundia lent,  
Which the Limburgers brought in rattling Cars,  
As contributours to these Belgian wars.  
Both Armies lying thus, excursions past  
And frequent sallies, where the various cast  
Of wavering Fortune gave the glorious prize  
With doubtful revolution; in such wise  
That now the Dutchmen vanquish, now the foe  
The Netherlandish Soldiers doth o'erthrow.  
Amongst the rest courageous Breoutee  
Left here this life t'acquire Eternity;  
Whose body Mountioyes daring rescue gave  
The solemn rights of an obsequious grave.  
Thus died the Captain of th' Orangian guard,  
Who sallying forth the like disaster shared,  
With divers others, which in honour's bed  
Deceasing live, entombed, unburied,  
Worthy for worth even to survive that death,  
Which spoilt them of their hor our breathing breath.  
But where the sword one petty squadron slew,  
The Pestilence to Pluto's mansion drew  
Thousands of souls, whose numerous Cohorts  
Crowded the passage of the Stygian ports.  
So that no straggling soul could portage gain,  
From th'uppper world unto th'infernal maine.  
But O thou scourge of Armies, why shouldst thou  
To Mars his steely train destruction vow?  
Why should Bellona's votaries endure  
Thy bloody flux, thy madding Calenture?  
Why should the swelling botch, the watery blain  
That seat of valour with contagion stain,  
And taint that purer consecrated blood  
Which vowed itself for Belgiaes' public good.  
Was't not enough to pour thy malice forth,  
Upon, the colder 
All those Northerene Countries were this last year much annoyed with the Plague.  Regions of the North?  
To plague the warlike Danes, the sturdy Swecians,  
The Rugians, Lappians, and the slow Norwegians?  
Was't not enough for thy death miniond self,  
To Golgothize the streets of stately Delfe,  
And, make fair Leidens trembling students fly  
From learnings once, now death's Academy?  
Was't not enough to lay west Frieseland waste  
And waste 
Vtrocht.  Traiectum? but with winged haste  
Thou must invade the Prince's warlike Camp,  
And thousands kill with that obnoxious damp,  
Which first infects the Subtle poared Air,  
And from thence doth our vital strength impair,  
By tainting those vermilion flowing veins,  
Those life-conducts with thy contagious stains.  
And could not here plebeian blood assuage  
The boundless bounds of thy Luxuriant rage?  
But must South-hamptons Earl, must Oxford's self  
Dye by the darts of this accursed Else?  
Must 
My Lord Wriothesly eldest son to th' Earl of Southampton.  Wriothsley, Windham, Chester, Halswell die,  
Slain by the shafts of dire mortality?  
But dead they are, whether that angry nature  
Envied to earth their more diviner feature;  
Or being malignant both to Arms, and Arts,  
Scorned this Sublunar should possess those parts,  
Those seats of wonder, which with such a measure  
Were poured forth of great Pandora's treasure.  
Yet these being gone, 
Sir john Ratcliffe ●●pulsed Pompeio and Branch●s●●, as they thought to pass over the Waal, under the conduct of Bucquoy.  Ratcliff reputed dead,  
For Pompey's repulse Fame-eternized,  
Lives, and survives, new Honours to attain  
From the defeated Colonels of Spain.  
And since that they are dead, O that my Verse  
Can give but life to their thrice-honoured Hearse;  
Then sooner should the Northern Coachman steep,  
His falling Teeme within the Russian deep;  
Sooner should Thames forsake his Eastern course,  
And sliding back run Westward to his source,  
Then that their Lawrell-consecrated praise  
Should want the Crown of such surviving Lays,  
Which might give life in death, and make that last  
Beyond Time's power, and cankered Envy's blast.  
And as for thee, sweet Breda, which dost stand  
Upon the Merkaes' peeble bordered strand,  
Since thou beleaguered art with sundry Legions,  
Which came from those 
From Spain.  sun-scorched western Regions;  
So that no store of victuals, no supply  
Can bring relief to thy necessity.  
And if the Spaniard still so strongly lies,  
That neither Nassaws force, nor sly device  
Can raise the siege; if those new levied Bands,  
Which brunswick's Duke, and Cromwel's self commands,  
Which under Maunsfields conduct, Rich and Lincoln,  
Which Burroughs leads, which Doncaster and Hopton  
Cannot enforce th' Jberian Troops to rise,  
Nor gain their way by Spinolaes' surprise.  
Then could I wish, that all that large extent,  
Which lies within the Ravelins' Continent,  
Were full of Indian 
A strange kind of f●uit which grows in Peru.  Cocoes, which do grow  
Upon those Plains where Perues streams do flow,  
Whose strong oppletive power doth strangely fill,  
And swallowed doth both thirst and hunger kill.  
Then could I wish, that some Spring-forced tide  
Would make Marks current retrograde to glide,  
And when the forced river thus doth flow  
Whole Cockly mountains it might upwards throw  

When Rochel was besieged, great store of shell fish were miraculously cast up upon the shore for the relief of the Citizens.  Upon the strand; as when Anjou, and Guise,  
Thought Neptune flanked Rochel to Surprise:  
It once befell upon that sandy shore,  
Where th' Ocean doth against Coreilles' roar.  
And then perhaps might Bredaes' siege be such  
As was Ostende's or Bergens; and as much  
The dammagd foe might then, and there sustain,  
As they did in those former sieges gain,  
When Veare and Morgan bravely did repel  
That Spanish storm, which on their Legions fell.  
But whilst my muse thus Prays, Fame from those cells  
Where audience, rumour, and relation dwells,  
Brings us sad tidings, that strong-flankt Breda  
Reconquerd is by warlike Spinola;  
Who after eight months siege regaind that place,  
Which so much did his Grey haired actions grace.  
For although Maurice by surprising Cleeve,  
By Antwerp's cold attempt sought to relieve  
Beleaguered Breda; though that Morgan brave  
Resolved to make th' engaged place his Grave,  
And stood on the defensive with that troop  
Which sword nor famine could not make to stoop.  
Although without stout Veare, and Oxford's Count  
Most daringly the Spanish works did mount,  
And won two Rodoubts, whereas Payton, Winne,  
Tub, Dacres, Hawley, Stanhop got within  
The Parapetted Rampire, bravely fought  
And death amongst whole armed squadrons sought.  
Yet famine still increasing, whose affrounte  
No courage though death-daring) can surmount,  
And eight days food being only left to feed  
The greedy Soldiers and the Burghers need;  
The Spaniards grant a parley, our men agree  
Enforced thereto by mere necessity:  
Conditions to departed were such, as we  
Can hardly look for from an Enemy:  
With Seroan colours flying, matches light,  
Bullets in mouth, our wagons Loaden weight  
With bag and baggage, and a safe convoy  
To safeguard ours from all hostile annoy.  
Besides when as our Cohorts all dismarcht  
From Breda'es' ports, and through their quarters past  
The courteous Genovese saluteth all,  
But specially for Morgan's self doth call,  
Embraceth him, and honouring a foe  
So worthy doth himself thrice worthy show.  
But though Breda be lost, reconquerd Goffe.  
By Lambarts valour hath the chains shaken off  
Of Castile's thraldom, and the taken town  
Mannd with a strong Orangian Garrison,  
Makes all South Cleeve-lands Ceres-blessed shore,  
Where Rhine against strong Gravenweert doth roar,  
Pay contribution even to that same land,  
Where juliers on the Roars banks doth stand.  
This was that Lambart who with Heraugiere,  
From Holland did that famous Turfe-boat steer,  
When they five thousand, ours but seu'ntie were,  
Who this unheard of enterprise did dare.  
He waiting on the foes with Argian eyes,  
Discovers by his subtle curious spies  
That Goffes' attempt was facile, for the moat  
Was passable without the corked float,  
Without the Skiffe or Punt near to that place,  
Which did the Western bulwarks platform face.  
For this design he draws two thousand men,  
From Arnham, Embricke, Rees, and Nimeghen,  
Who coue'red with a silent Moonshine night,  
Arrived two hours before the dawning light  
At their known Rendezvous, and from thence marched  
To the Townedike, which being safely passed,  
They scaled all at once the Rampired wall,  
And from thence on the Spanish guards did fall.  
The fight was bloody, for the vanquished foe  
Five hundred of their Phalangiers could show,  
Slain on the place, but of the Dutehmens' side  
Scarce two full squadrons in this combat died.  
But that which did the victor's triumph cross,  
Was valiant Lambarts still deplored loss,  
Who overheated in this toilsome fight  
Resigned within eight days his honoured spirit  
To mighty jove: his Manes great Nassaw  
Then whom this Ageno colder Fabius saw,  
Pursued unto those blessed Elysian shades,  
Whose everliving pleasure never Fades,  
Where all true Patriots, which for freedom fight  
Receive the Crown of their deserved right,  
FINIS.   

To my industrious friend Master W. C.  
What sullen Prose in harshness did rehearse,  
Smiles through thy soul with a diffusive light  
Like the Promethean fire: for by thy verse  
Are wakened from the Chaos of black night  
The worthies of our time, that by thy pen  
Rise from oblivions grave to life again.  
And for their sakes Mars with a steely Train  
Of his undaunted Sons presents thy brow,  
The guerdon of thy sweet Poetic vain  
A Laurel of Minerva's choicest bow:  
Proceed in thy designs, and let thy praise  
Out live the crooked carping age of days.  
john Dowl Bristol.