AN ENGLISH-DUEL: OR Three to Three OR GREAT BRITAIN'S Challenge to France, Denmark, and Holland; her Puissance and Strength, her Readiness and Willingness to obey her Sovereign in his Just War: and how all the Counties in these Three Kingdoms are at an hours Warning ready to defend his Sacred Majesty, together with the justness of his Cause, and hopes of a happy Conquest over his Enemies.  By George Eliot. 
Great Britain's angry, and begins to frown:  
France, Denmark, Holland, all must tumble down.  
WHen high Jehovah's own right hand did bring  
Great Britain's Monarch, and her mighty King,  
To his undoubted right; and Heaven's hand  
Had quite disarmed the Rebels of this Land:  
This famous Island then her days did spend  
In Peace and Plenty, and all Kingdoms send  
To England's King, who kindly did him greet  
With joyful Welcomes; humbly at his feet  
Did crave his friendship: and amongst the rest  
Falsehearted France, 
France and Holland deceitful Nations.  and that base Scorpions Nest  
Deceitful Holland, those fat greasy Hogs,  
Did fawn and flatter like to Spaniel Dogs▪  
But now these greasy States, without a Cause,  
As God an● all the Christian World well knows,  
By force of Arms doth seek to overcome  
The greatest Potentate in Christendom.  
Poor silly Curs, I'm sure they may as soon  
Put out the Sun's light, or pull down the Moon:  
For Britain's Empire, I dare boldly say,  
Of stout and valiant men, hath at this day  
Above four hundred thousand, 
Britain's terrible Puissance.  which can make  
Not Europe only, but all Turkey shake;  
They all are willing for to spend their blood  
In this just War, the Cause it is so good.  
All Counties in these Kingdom's ready are  
To aid their King in his Defensive War.  
Brave England, 
Three to Three.  Scotland, Ireland, are agreed  
To make false Holland, France, and Denmark bleed.  
When James and George their glittering swords do draw  
Then England's Lion, 
Duke of York. Duke of Albermarle.  with his armed paw,  
Will tear proud France in pieces, and will make,  
Rebellious Holland, 
Duke of York. Prince Rupert.  and base Denmark shake.  
There's not a King in Christendom can say, 
Duke of Albermarle.   
In his Dominions he hath at this day  
Such brave Commanders, 
Duke of Ormond.  as hath Britain's King,  
Whose Names already through Earth's Globe doth ring.  
Nor is there any King that ever had 
Earl of Manchester.   
More just a Cause, 
marquis Newcastle.  nor ever Foe more bad.  
Poor hungry Holland's belly he did fill, 
marquis Dorcet.   
And did allow them at their own free will  
To trade in England, 
Lord Fairfax.  on her Seas to fish.  
They had their pleasure, 
Lord Bellas.  and what heart could wish.  
From England yearly of all sorts of grain, 
The King's love to Holland.   
Went many thousand Quarters, to maintain  
Her hungry children, or else they would die;  
And for his goodness him they now defy. 
Holland's Ingratitude.   
But 'tis a baseness with a detestation,  
That France should such a hare-brained Declaration  
Set forth, 
The baseness of France.  and without cause give such affront,  
As not a King in Europe would have done't.  
A Crown of Gold will not become that pate, 
The King of France none of the wisest.   
That sides with Rebels, and a paltry State,  
And wars with Kings: No, such a Cock-brained head  
Must wear a Fools-Cap, or a Crown of Lead.  
It is not Denmark that can you assist,  
When Britain's angry, and doth heave her Fist:  
For she hath power for to overcome  
France, Denmark, Holland, and all Christendom.  
When Hell and Earth, and all the World did fight  
'Gainst Queen Elizabeth in Eighty Eight,  
Because Gods Sacred Truth she did maintain; 
The Victory over the Spanish Invincible Armado, in Eighty eight.   
Those Sons of Belial which did come from Spain,  
From Rome, and France, and many Nations more,  
All Slaves and Vassals to that Scarlet Whore  
Were by the valour of her Subjects drowned, 
Great Britains● Valour.   
Nor could they set a foot on English ground.  
Great Britain's now as willing for to fight,  
As ever England was in Eighty Eight:  
For never King in England ere did reign, 
The Subjects love to his Majesty.   
That did the affections of his Subjects gain;  
Or ever did more good, than England's King  
That now doth reign. Since Heaven's hand did bring  
Him to his Sacred Throne, in this short while  
He hath restored new life to this great Isle:  
For many years in thraldom she did lie,  
And groaned deeply under Anarchy;  
Till God was pleased to work a work of wonder, 
Restored him to his Crown and Dignity.   
Then he did hew those bands and cords asunder,  
Restored Religion to his Subject's Joy,  
And like Josiah, he did quite destroy  
False ways of Worship, 
Assoon as God restored him, he restored God's Truth; an Argument of Thankfulness.  clean throughout the Land,  
And at this day defends with his own hand  
God's Sacred Truth; His Subjects he doth nourish:  
Both Church and State abundantly doth flourish.  
A word or two I have to speak, and then  
I shall conclude, and so take off my Pen.  
E'er many years, 
The King an Instrument of much good.  all Christendom shall see  
Great Britain's King God's Instrument to be;  
Christ's Sacred Gospel Truth he will advance,  
Throughout all Holland, and wide-skirted France.  
And with his own right hand will tumble down  
Base Antichrist, and take from him his Crown.  
False Sects and Schisms, with all vain opinions,  
Shall not take root or bide in his Dominions.  
And now, O Britain, give me leave to say,  
Thou art obliged this good King to obey;  
Thy hand and heart unto him freely give,  
And in Subjection see thou ever live.  
Stand fast and shrink not, and thou then shalt see,  
He'll be a Nursing Father unto thee.   
FINIS.  

Printed in the Year 1666.