HOLLAND'S INGRATITUDE: Or, A SERIOUS EXPOSTULATION WITH THE DUTCH. Showing their Ingratitude to this Nation, and their inevitable Ruin, without a speedy Compliance and Submission TO HIS Sacred Majesty OF BRITAIN. By CHARLES MOLLOY of Lincolns-Inn, Gent. LONDON: Printed by ●. I. for Fr. K. at the Prince's Arms in Chancery Lane. 1666. The Explanation of the Frontispiece. WHat may this Emblem mean? A Cow with Kings? A Mitred Prince? These are mysterious things! Fed by a KING too, O, I have it now: Holland is represented by the Cow. England's Great Monarch gives this Beast its food, Which is the Issue of a viprous Brood. Intuitively view this bellied Creature, And you shall find it both in form and feature The Dutch Resemblance, and to come more near, A Flemish Vroe and Cow both Calves do bear. See how her Neck she doth extend to feed, Yet (damned Ingrate) would make her Feeder bleed. Her Essence she received from England, yet Ingrateful She doth now disown that Debt. Grateful Acknowledgement this Beast now scorns, But strives to gore her Maker with her horns. Now since 'tis so (GREAT KING) Commission give, How long this base unthankful Beast shall live. Her sides with fat ambitiously do swell; 'Tis only seeming fat, She is not well; She's out of tune, her looks declare her sick Of Tumult, and Disorder, Lunatic. She must have Doctors, and she must endure Phlebotomizing, to enjoy a Cure. Our KING's the Balsam, and the Hellebore, That must preserve our Interest, and restore Holland's dead Stupor, to a just quick sense Both of Ingratitude and Recompense. he'll teach Her both at once to feel, and know, These two deep points; what She doth want and owe. He that enjoys the Danish Regal Seat, Holds by the Horns, who in a Bergen heat Pretends much friendship, and with Pitch and Tar, And her own Moneys, carries on the War. Denmark beware, lest we hereafter Scoff; Her turn being served, She then will turn you off. Rather, since she'll not bear her Sovereign's yoke, Hold her Head fair for England's fatal stroke. When by that blow She falls, we must conclude The judgement just against Ingratitude. Sat fast brave Don, since Mounted, let her know Who was her Master once, who must be now. Spur to the quick this Slow-paced Animal; Though She may wince or kick, thou canst not fall. Be bold, She is thy own, spare not her side, Hold fast the Horns, thou mayst command her Hide. Make her to bellow, if She will not own Her just Allegiance to the Spanish Crown. Make known, the World's not come to that strange pass, That the right Owner dares not Ride his Ass. Munster stick close, forth own and CHARLES' his sake, And leave her not, till that her heart doth ache. Thou hitherto most glorious things hast done; Go on, and perfect what thou hast begun What do my Eyes behold upon the Ground? The Cow's Close stool-pan is the gallic Crown. That Prince that sides with a Rebellious S●em, Is sure t'have Dirt thrown on his Diadem. By that he makes Homespun Rebellion swell, And so doth teach his Subjects to Rebel. Lastly, you see a Prince that strongly ●uggs, And boldly sucks this Sullen Beast's rich duggs. Many attend her, and I hope concur (●n distinct Interests) to Ruin her. Great CHARLES and Munster will conjoin in one, To share her Flesh, Let Lewis pick the Bone. TO THE WORLD'S WONDER, THEIR ENEMY'S TERROR, AND Noble Defenders of their KING, and Country's Honour, THE BRITISH NATION. Dear Countrymen, IT may be in this conjuncture of Affairs, you may think I have said too little, as things now stand between His Majesty of Britain, and the Flemings, truly I could say more, it being my duty to vindicate my Country's Honour and Interest, as far as such high Provocations, multiplied by the weight of so many Obligations, may justly bear; yet have I been so far from setting Wounds bleeding afresh, (since I hope there is an Antidote making ready in Holland) that I have laboured (perhaps without thanks) to salve with as much gentleness as modesty could give me leave, the sad and fatal Breaches; However, I shall be more ready to ask pardon, than offend by being too censorious, or violent against an Enemy; for, give me leave to tell you, I think we live in an Age that cannot well be flattered by fine words, truth and the matter is that they expect, I hope I have laid it down, and that without gilded Sentences. Accept them, and weigh them justly for on my word they come from a faithful and loyal Subject to His Majesty, though never in his pay. Charles Molloy. Holland's ingratitude TO ENGLAND. CAESAR endured without exclamation the Senators Poniards, as whetted by interest or Revenge; but when that of his own Imp Brutus was presented against him, he covered his face, leaving the world with no less shame than indignation against so much unnatural ingratitude. The like might we do in relation to the Dutch. As to impute the fomenting of a War now against our Royal Sovereign: their base and barbarous dealings with us at both the Indieses against our Factories and Trade; and their many and horrible outrages committed, as well on the Seas and other Ports in the World; as also at Amboyna, as at Guyny, to be only the same hand that assisted the Enemy towards the loss of Rochel, in one word only to the sordidness of their East and West-Indy Companies, and other Merchants; who have not only been known to sell Ammunition to the Turks and other Mahometans, the very blasphemers of their Religion, (— if they own any by retail) but even to his Catholic Majesty, when he was bound in Honour no less than Interest, to be their Enemy, In gross. Neither had I ever wished the charming those Frogs, but that I see them so ready to become an Egyptian Plague, by croaking against us in our own Waters; yet though most of their Gentry were buried in the cruelty of such as formerly governed them, and all marks of Honour almost blended amongst them, in those of Profit; they shall find so much civility in me, as to endeavour rather to bind up then enlarge the Rupture their indiscretion hath made with his Sacred Majesty; to whom I shall in modesty show how far they stand obliged, and offer reasons to dissuade them from those wild courses, by which they do no less tickle the hearts of their Enemies with delight, then wound those with shame and fear who do affect them. Here then let me crave leave to address my Speech to this ungrateful Neighbour, and thus expostulate with him. After that France, tired with labour, the striving of her own Children had caused in the Bowels of her State, and child by the cold distrust conceived of Your success, Against his Catholic Majesty. had deserted you in despair, 1. You may remember how England opened her tender Arms to receive your Fugitives, and her Purse to pay your Soldiers. So that a foot of ground cannot be called yours, that owes not a third part to the expense, Valour, or Counsel of the English; of whom such glorious spirits have expired in your defence, as have been thought at too too mean a rate to double the value of what they fought for. Brave Sidney falling upon such ground as his glorious Mistress thought too base and ignoble to bury him in; though you offered to purchase that Honour, at the price of the richest Monument you were then able to erect. 2. Did not the English dispute your Title at Ostend, till they had no earth to plead on, the very ground failing them, before their Valours? Yet whilst fight there, not only against the Flower of the Spanish Army, but the Plague, Hunger, and Cold despair; their fellows put you in possession of Sluice beyond your hopes. So as it may be said without Hyperbole; The Nobility and Gentry Queen Elizabeth lost, doubled the number, the Cruelty of Spain's great Philip had left you? 3. Do not the Maritime Towns of Kent, Essex, Suffolk and Norfolk, etc. abound with the Issue of those Swarms, the very sound of their fellow's Calamities, and miseries had driven out of their Hives? 4. Have you not had Liberty to Trade, and to become free Denizens, nay so Graciously have you been used by His Sacred Majesty, and his Royal Father, and by his now generous Parliament to admiration, witnessing but the Acts of Natuarallizing so many of your spawn in 12o. 13o. and 14ᵒ. of His now Majesty's Reign with Power to buy and purchase Land in Fee simple, Tale or otherwise in any of His Cities, or Countries, no mark of distinction being imposed in relation either to Honour, profit, or Justice? 5. Has not His Sacred Majesty been always so Tender of his Royal word that he made with you before he left the Hague, and the Preservation, whilst you needed it, and friendship, since God hath enabled you to subsist, as he scarce had set foot on his Royal Throne here, before the sense of your safety no less than His own Nature and Religion, Inspired him with an earnestness to renew or strengthen His Royal Alliance with you, not so observable in respect of any Neighbour beside, doubling I am sure, no less in their Retaliation, than acceptance, the poor and few marks of gratitude, have dropped from you; Rather expunging them, with your more frequent Injuries, as being more willing to impute your failings to the less Courtly nature of the Soil and People, than the want of gratitude and Civility in so prudent a State to such a Potent Neighbour as Britain, who next to God may justly be styled her Maker, in dispensing with so many dangers and inconveniencies for your sake? 6. Can you think so wise a Counsel as this Nation was steered by, did not apprehend; that though the making you free might fortify the Queens out works; Queen Elizabeth's assistance against the Spaniard. yet it could not but as much dismantle the Royal Fort of Monarchy, by teaching Subjects the way to Depose their Princes, and be no loser's by the Bargain, which (by the way) would have rendered you unacceptable to all neighbour Monarches, for thereby you'd furnish their Subjects with a pretence upon all occasions of advantage to do the like? Was not the assisting you, an occasion of our Invasion in eightly eight, by a Navy held invincible in the Creed of Rome, till the more glorious valours of the English, (assisted by the Lord of Hosts) had clearly confuted the Pope's Title, Dover. even to the amazement of the Cliffs, and wonder of the World. The only reason then that kept King Philip from heading a Royal Army in his own Person, was fear he did apprehend of being cast in his passage out of Spain (as his Father Charles the fifth was) upon the British shore, knowing the English more cordial in your preservation, than ever to suffer him to come and go in peace, when he came on so bloody an errand? 7. And though he as a magnanimous Prince, and so great a Monarch as he was, yet he did often desire his Sister of England to hear his just defence for his so rigorous proceedings; She refusing to dispute the truth of your Complaints, presuming it more probable for a stranger to be a Tyrant, then that the natural Inhabitants should upon a slighter cause, cast themselves into the no less bloody, than scorching flames of a civil and uncertain War: She seeming rather to forget the Obligations She owed him, either as a private Person or Brother, when he was King of England, than her neighbour's oppressions. I shall not here need draw blood in your Faces by Application, your own conscience does it. 8. Were not your Messengers received into England in the quality of Ambassadors, they being then too modest to own higher Titles then of Poor Petitioners, casting themselves prostrate at the feet of no less Potent Tribunal, than what you were admitted to in the quality of Ambassadors but the other day, and the which you now fight against? Ha! tell me, Was it not such an honour you could never have attained to, but through the clemency of a gracious Prince? Your own Messengers at the very time, in the same quality, but narrowly escaped the Gallows, when they went with their own Petition to his Catholic Majesty. And did not his late Sacred Majesty, out of his Princely goodness, One made a Lord, ●he other a Knight, at Oxford. embroider your Messengers with Titles unworthy such ingratitude, as you afterward showed him and his against your alliance then made and professed? 9 Have not you opened your Arms to receive those into your Counsels and Pay, that even the whole world does blush at the reflection of so horrid an Act; such is it, that at its Relation Tears fall on my Pen, as if it should say, Thou art not able to express its blackness. Wherein Holland canst thou glory? Not with colouring it with a charritable Protection? O! no, for sure I am that will veil itself at the Relation of so horrid a Villainy; then what satisfaction can you give the world, or fancy to yourselves, when you show a Precedent how to protect the horridst Regicide that ever drew breath, such as are culpable of no less Crime than the Blood of Kings, Christian Kings; nay such a one as the world when living never could (nor though dead) be able to match; it was that glorious Prince, when living, that espoused you, as it were, into his Royal Family; it was he when your Ambassadors were jeered, that out of the great Mass of Holland, could not afford themselves Cuffs, could answer, It was never good world when States men took notice of such trifles. It was He that could part with his Royalty and Prerogative, and give you the honour and profit then to fish in his Seas, when otherwise you might have starved for Fish; It was He that gave you those many Privileges that your own Cronologers have ingraved to posterity, yet have you been so far from managing this Partiality or Charity, within the ordinary career of Prudent Princes (who upon a less desertion of Fortune than was observed, withdraw their assistance from all parties, looked upon with an unbiased Aspect) especially such who are not only Traitors to us, but also in State Policy to all Princes and States whatsoever. 10. Nay see further your ingratitude, that no sooner providence had measured out the Kingdom into Peace, by restoring of us our Dread Sovereign unto his undoubted Right, and the▪ very words of a firm Alliance and Amity (concluded betwixt you and him) scarce cold in his mouth; but what wonderful outrages you committed in our Ships and Merchants in almost all places and Ports where you could either find or meet them, but especially there, where you found yourselves able to triple the English power and strength, who if equally but Man'd or Shipped, would have reduced your Brandy courages into that combustion, which they say that Wine bears, and that only by its flames to behold your own Ruins. Nay such was your Ingratitude, as if nothing were more indifferent to you, Than who were happy, so England were miserable. Nay after our good God had given their Royal Highnesses that Triumphant Conquest over you, and dispersed that Invincible Fleet (as you thought) of yours; and contrary to all expectation, broke your Swords, and knapped your Spears in sunder, yet you then let your Ribald Pen vomit out floods of Reproaches, in hope to involve us in a Civil War again, who was then in a strong labour with a peace to An Angry and justly displeased God; yet blessed be his Name, it was such a punishment as the Man after his own heart chose. Nor did you in all your horrid Libels, Pamphlets and Pictures forget any one thing that could be said to his Sacred Majesty's Court, Parliament and Kingdom disparagement, the which with an impartial eye, would only delineate your own. No Indecency I am sure in any of them observable during their proceedings, that is not easily to be matced with an Enormity of yours. So as the fanatics Ringleaders, or your pilate's in our Vessel by accident then, proved more His Majesty's Friends and made better use of reason of Sta●e. For finding their Faction here was able to return them no more than a bare compliance of mock-God-Prayers, and also finding that Prince of Wonder the Duke of Albemarle was ready to give them the Reward of Traitors and Rebels they did (as I hope you will) dissolve, and it may be returned to their first Principal, the Devil: yet such was your ingratitude, that there was nothing wanting towards the fomenting and stirring up the same. Now I have in part drawn, to the knowledge of all, your Ingratitudes, yet not one hundred part of what they are, and for their heinousness deserve only a Pen of Steel, to Record them in the wrinkled brow of time, there to remain to posterity. Give me leave to expostulate with you, for I in Conscience, and as an English man, cannot but pay that duty which I in honour owe to this famous Nation, but ask who made you so far our Surveyors, as to limit out the extent of their conveniencies, that are found to have laid out themselves to purchase yours? Was ever so high an intrusion offered, as for a Neighto prescribe how another should be regulated in matter of Trade, and what Bottoms are fittest to be employed? Would you not scorn the like Usurpation, though made by your— France, or new sworn Ally Denmark, who for so many years hath ground your faces with a Tole, never yet imposed upon you by our Kings in our Seas? For the proof of whose Propriety, I leave you to Learned Selden, in his MARE CLAUSUM, and another excellent Piece Entitled DOMINIUM MARIS, etc. Translated out of Italian by a Person of Honour. And if you were not unwilling for those many years to come stealing, and bribing the Usurpers so long, for your Fishing, why should you be so touchy now, with such as inquire whether it was worth your Cost? And though I was pleased to hear so rich a Town as Amsterdam could be founded on Herring-bones, The Lord of Hosts is my faithful witness how afflicted I should be to see it hazard the reducing into its first Principle by a war with England. And thus much I understand of your Trade, that the late Usurpers did not only give you the Fish but baits to catch them, Lamprics loaden by boats full out of the Thames, which they would never have done, had they been as full of circumspection as that creature is reported to be of eyes. Now this considered pray why may not his Majesty assume to himself the rights of disposure, and Regulating that which undoubtedly is his own, and why may not he take that undoubted Style of Lord of the British Ocean? as well as you at Guiney, and the Indies, that strive with your Maker who shall be most High and Mighty. There are three things principally insisted upon, by which the United Provinces pretend to have fixed an Obligation upon England and expunged their former Score, which nevertheless upon an impartial debate will rather prove wholly chargeable upon their own account than ours; so far are they from having given a full satisfaction for all the Love, Cost, and Blood, expended by us in their preservation. 1. The first is the assistance lent us in Eighty Eight which was no more than the professed Antagonists to the quiet of Italy, did freely contribute against the common Enemy in the battle of Lepanto, who did there oppose the Grand Signior in relation to their Respective safeties. Besides it was a true received maxim in the wise Counsel of Spain and holds so still; That he that desires to subdue the United Provinces, must first Conquer England, or draw her from their succour; And finding the latter impossible, they fell upon the the other as more feazible. 2. The second is your Entertainment given to those patterns of wonder in suffering, the distressed King and Queen of Bohemia, which according to the rest of your pretended Courtesies unto England, you have strained far higher than the string is able to bear in its natural extent, therefore I shall take leave to tune it right in the ears of all impartial Judgements, and after setting open the Cabinet give men free leave to value the Jewel, which in truth amounts to no more than giving house room to a virtuous Prince undone by your Council and the rest of the union 3. For the third is your entertainment likewise which you gave his Sacred Majesty in his exile and those of his Loyal Nobility & followers, that run the same hazard with their dear Master in his afflictions, during the Usurpers, the which truly was no more but house room. It is true, you did it, but wherein could you be endangered by it, for by that Act you had only showed some part of your acknowledgements to the living branches, nay the very Images and children of those famous men that had formerly expired in your preservation, but also purchased that, from the Princes in the world, which you could never have done otherwise, An eternal love; such, that had not Almighty God made his Sacred Majesty a second Cause in the same, your own Interests could never have purchased the like; in one word, his Majesty, his Counsel, and those of his Royal Train, were the best Arrow in the Belgic Lion's Paw. I need not give the Reasons for what I say, I say I need not, for I am sure that there is scarce a Man amongst you all but were the better by it, and you know it too too well ever to demand the same, therefore I shall wave all that touches that matter. As for the business of Amboyna cast into the Balance, whose very Name, whilst Son and Moon shall keep their course, or an English Spirit breath, can never be forgot or (I fear) forgiven; yet Heaven knows my Soul, I shall be so far from opening the horror of its Act to the world, that I will close it with these few Lines, the which I wish you may truly follow. SO Priam grieved, when he too late did find, The Grecian Horse with Armed men was lined: So brave Agamemnon looked with sad eyes, When he beheld his Daughter's Sacrifice. So sight Achilles, when in sorrow sent His loved Brices to Alcides' Tent: Or, as that brave Thebeam Wife that mourned To see her Hector's body robbed, Andremacha. Entombed. Such for those Cruelties at Amboyna done By your back fiends, may you for ever mourn, In sighs and sable tears, nay such that may Wash clear your hands against world's judging day. For my part really I doubt not, but that upon a more serious reflection of your Wisdoms on your own Interest, you will return to a more straight Alliance with his Majesty, by making just satisfaction for what you and yours have most ungratefully done to this Nation, unless that God in his anger hath suffered you, to mingle Lethe with the rest of your Liquor. Nay further, give me leave to tell you, that it is impossible for you to subsist without contracting a straight Alliance with us, and complying with his Majesty's just requests, the which if not done, you'll find a Britan's Courage within few months give Laws, and Command, that which you denied Sir George Downing, upon so many of his Majesty's Gracious Messages by him to you, the which you then as it were scorned, but I believe since have paid sound for that Ingratitude; but to return, I say it is impossible for you to subsist without his Alliance. 1. For first you cannot trust Spain, or your new sworn Ally France, The one laying cla●● to what you possess, the other to what you are ambitions to obtain. Whereas England stands free from all such pretences, Queen Elizabeth refusing to hold you in gross, and only accepted of Flushing and the Brill, the which King james was so weary of, as he returned them for a far less sum than they were pawned. 2. Neither is his Majesty ambitious of any of your Dutch Lands, because he has more Marsh Lands already within his Dominions, then is well known how to be disposed of; besides it were a madness for any true English man who may live quietly in Ireland (which for Ports Soil and Plenty is inferior to no Island in the whole world, to venture fight for an Estate in Holland 3. Is our Alliance likely to change if once firmly established? whereas there is no longer hold with France, then whilst the two Potent Factions of Protestant & Papist shall subsist within her in peace; by the clashing of which, or any other inland or foreign matter, they immediately will flag off, and so leave you to be your own Guardians. Nay if you but go a little further, and thoroughly Scan your Alliance with France, you will find Poison at the bottom of their friendship, more danger than protection, it having been always the humour of that people to swagger with their Neighbours for room, upon the least enjoyment of quiet, being seldom or never able to serve their Allies, but when they are in worse case to help themselves. Nay if you were but sensible of the happiness of that condition you are in, and of the most scorching slavery in the World that that famous Nation now lies under by their Kings there— me thinks should terrify you, who by so many brave Conquests jointly with the English, to the world's amazement freed and redeemed you from the Spanish Yoke, should now forsake them and clea●e to a French Mushroom, who was ever accounted to say one thing, write another, and mean another; nay admit them into your very Bowels, the which I fear will be too too late repent, when like a brood of Vipers you shall behold them gnawing their way through the body of their Succourer, whose life inevitably perishes thereby. For pray what can you build by his admittance into your Country of advantage? O, he is to assist you against the Prince of Munster; is that it, well very good: but pray if so, why must there be no less than fourscore or a hundred thousand men in Arms in and about you: Thanks be to God, it is none of England's smallest blessings that they are not able to come hither on Horseback, and you very well know the French Proverb, Never Peace at home, unless they be at War with other States: Holland is rich and good plunder, therefore look to it; in one word, you have good store of Ships, and they have good store of Men, which I believe you want; and you had best do with them as the English Nobility did William the Conqueror, invite him for succour, and he proved their Murderer, and then Crowned himself; which was but the French Proverd verified, Baston porte paix quand & soy. The Sword or Club where ere it comes it brings Laws with it. Lastly, The French are not so suitable to your ●um●urs as the English, who look upon Merchants as Gentlemen, they as Pedlars; in one word, you have only a friend at a Sneeze, the which, in plain English, is only God help you. I know you are too wise to expect real friendship from Spain, or a continuance of your never to be broken agreement made with his Catholic Majesty, if you conti●ue as you have begun with Vs. It not being likely he should oversee, the advantage will be offered him, of catching of Gudgeons in your Inland Waters, whilst we are out at Sea scuffling for Sprats. If you be prohibited Trading hither but one year longer, I wonder what the Devil will become with the French Wines, the most staple Commodity they have to barter for? The East Countries being as unable to take them off, by reason of Cold, as you to consume them in burnt Wines. Monarches neither do, nor can look upon you under a milder aspect than Traitors, without a Tacit consent of the like Power resident in their People explode them, as consciant of giving the same cause; whereas England does and ever did esteem you in a more Honourable Relation and Interest; For though you like the Dial of Ahaz recoiled so many Degrees back in the Sphere of Policy, it is naturally more proper for that hand, and that Power which first made you a Free State to be touched with an Inclination ever to maintain that Honour and Interest, which the blood of so many of their Brave Countrymen, has expired in the setting of it up. Experience the true Politician has made it apparrent how advantageous an English Confederacy and Alliance hath been always to you: For if you consider how Honourable it would be to Spain, who hath long endeavoured it. And convenient to France in regard of her claim to Artoys & Hannault, to convert you into a Colony, you would not be so intent upon Profit as to encroach the very whole Trade in the world out of your (under God) Maker's mouths as you now do, for I know your Wisdoms do know it is esteemed by all prudent Nations far inferior to Safety. As for your Alliance with Denmark truly that is likelier to add number then weight to friendship, being liable to bewhistled off, or on, according to the Inclination of His Imperial Majesty so twisted in marriages with the Catholic King, with whom His Majesty has made a firm Alliance, that the difficulty is as great to distinguish between their Interests as Consanguinity: and it may be, he may find his Country too hot t● hold him, if his Neighbour the Swede does but think they have got any thing Rich since 1657. Besides those Eastern Countries have been ever looked upon, not only as a Storehouse, wherein God hoards up the miseries of the Winter, but also the Cruel Plagues of Incursions; apparent in the Goths and Vandals, whose barbarous hands assisted Time, in the destruction of such Monuments in Italy, as she alone amongst her Heroes, Pompey and Caesar, and all her other Intestine Civilians had not been able to demolish. To conclude with a few Queries, let me Humbly desire you to consider, 1. Whether such as do now Foment this Division, do not Act the Ingenious Policy of the Wolf in the Fable, that persuaded the Sheep to give over their Mastiffs? 2. What other Alliance can afford you so safe Harbourage, in case of foul weather at Sea, as England, Scotland, and Ireland? if none; whether Contingencies driven in by storm under our shelter, your East and West-India, and Straits-men, may not exceed all the Coals and Tobacco-Prizes De Rutyer, or young Van-Trump, shall scrape up upon the Sea? 3. If the raising a flying Army in the Netherlands, may not one time or other be reduced to such a Faction, especially when headed by one that cannot keep the same consort with you; be a great cause of Resolving you into your first Principle of both Poor, Distressed, and Oppressed. Nay, it may be, further reduce you to be Vassals to some of your right or lefthand Neighbours, whose Aim is wholly to Root up that Vine, which they perceive is likely to Eclipse their Glories in Traffic and Trade? 4. If Venice may not unproperly be called the Signet on Neptune's Right-hand; Whether England and the Netherlands, being in a strait Confederacy, may not be styled his two Arms? By which, in relation to their Shipping, he embraceth the Universe. 5. Whether your Maiden-Towns, as you call them, may not longer enjoy that Title under the Alliance of England, who hath many more rich and beautiful Harbours and Havens then the French King, that cannot brag of the like Plenty, or Conveniency for Situation, by the half? 6. Whether your admitting those Taterdemalion Mushrooms of Fortune, (the French) into your Country, may not conjure up the Old Devil, which they were ever possessed of, to be no man's friend, but for their own end? Your Wisdoms may understand what manner of Title they can broach, etc. when once they are i'th' Saddle: they have got the Bridle in their hands already, (I do not tell you it's a Dunkirk-one) but I believe the Stirrup likewise. Which if so, I can but smile to think how your High and Mighty Cedars will so Artificially be turned into poor and low Shrubs. 7. Whether the sixth Querie does not come too late? 8. Whether the making an honourable Peace with England, by complying to her Demands, may not be said putting of money to Interest? 9 In case it so happens, whether their Wisdoms do not cease two dangerous and chargeable Wars, the which if not done, may not (if there be any such thing as a British spirit) be the sole cause of having it said, Their blood was upon their own heads? 10. If a Candle being extinguished, whether the snuff is pleasing to any of the senses? 11. Whether in case Zealand, or any other of your Provinces, irritated by the Inconveniencies that must inevitably follow, may not be tempted to divide, and adhere to the Stronger and Honester side? and which that is, your Wisdoms may easily resolve, from the Dispute his Royal Highness, and the brave Rupert, gave you Min-here Opdam? 12. Whether the Dutch are not convinced of an heresy that they broached, that their Highnesses died, and rose again the thirtieth day after? 13. Lastly, Whether the World may not afford Us, and You, sufficient Trade, without Intruding on each others Interests? And if in case there be any Wolves in Sheepskins amongst us, that seek to destroy us; have we not that blessed saying ready, Is there not a David for a Shepherd to smite? A Panegyric, on the Illustrious GEORGE Duke of Albemarle, etc. WHat Blustering Noise, thus interrupts our Sleeps, And Echoing Shouts, thus cleave the Crystal Deeps? And seems to call, Great George, from Royal Court. What noise of Canon, and what Mars-like sport Se-ecchoe hither, by th' Issean Spring? Hark, with what shouts the Dales, and Rocks, do ring; And in unusual Pomp, on Tiptoes stand, And (full of Wonders) overlook the Land. What Load-star Eastward, draweth thus all Eyes? Whence doth this noise of Guns and Drums arise? Sure Heaven has seen our wrongs, our just desires Obtained are, no higher now aspires Our wishing Thoughts, since to his Native clime, The Flower of Princes, Honour of his time Is now returned to give Imperial Laws, To France her glory, and proud Belgick's Paws. Thy life was kept, His Life. till the Three Sisters spun Their Threads of Gold, and then it was begun; Scarce wast thou born, when joined in friendly bands, Two mortal foes with other Clasped hands. With Virtue, Fortune strove, which most should grace Thy place for Thee, Thee for so high a place; One vowed thy sacred Breast not to forsake, The other on ay he not to turn her back; And that Thou more Her loves Effects mightst feel, For Thee, she left her Globe, and broke her Wheel. When Years Thee Vigour gave, O then how clear Did smothered Sparkles in bright Flames appear! O Thou! far from the Common-pitch didst rise, With thy Designs, to dazzle Envies eyes. Thou soughtst to know this Alls-eternal Source Of ever-turning Heavens, their restless Course: Their fixed Lamps, their Light which wand'ring run, Whence Moon her Silver hath, his Gold the Sun, The light Aspiring fire, the liquid Air, The Flaming Dragons, Comets with Red Hair; Heavens Tilting Lance, Artillery, and Bow, Loud sounding Trumpets; Darts of Hail and Snow; The Roaring Element, with People dumb The Earth, with what conceived is in her Womb; What on her moves, were set unto thy sight, Till thou didst find their causes, Essence, might, In chief thy mind didst give to understand, A Kingdom's Steerage, and how to Command. Though Crowned thou wert not, nor a Prince by Birth, Thy worth deserved a Coronet on Earth. Search this half Sphere, and the Antarctic Ground, Where is such Counsel, Courage to be found; As into silent Night, when near the Bear, The Virgin-Huntress shines at full, most clear; And strives to match her Brothers golden Light, The Host of Stars, doth vanish in her sight. So Britain's Dukes, shine bright in their degree, All else loose Lustre, paralleled with Thee; By just descent, As a Plantangen●t. from Honour thou didst shine, By just desert, Emblazoned is thy Line; For by thy Counsels, more than any Law, Strayed gone sheep to Loyalty Thou didst draw, Ever more prising a true Loyal Breast Then Peru's Gold, enclosed in Marble Chest No Mists of greatness ever could thee blind, No stormy Passions do disturb thy Mind. Submitting Belgic Foes, thou life didst give Ingrateful souls that would not have us live. What Man by Goodness, hath such Glories gained, Whose Princes right and Peoples so maintained? Not where the Swain sits piping on a Reed, But where the wounded Knight his life doth bleed. Not where the Huntsman winds his shril-tuned Horn, But where the Canon does Jove's Tbunder scorn. Not where the Panic Shepherds keep their Flocks, But where the Bloud-di'd-Sea doth dash the Rocks. Thou art this Isle's Palladium, neither can, Whilst thou command'st it, be o'ercome by man. If sure the World above, did want a Prince, The World above too soon, would take Thee hence. O Virtues Pattern! Glory of our Times, Sent of Past-dayes, to expiate our Crimes; Great Prince, but better far than thou art Great, Whom State not honours, but who honours State. By wonder born, by wonder first installed; By wonder, after to new Glories called. Young kept by wonder, from homebred Alarms, Old saved by wonder, from th' Ingrateful hands, To be for this Command, which wonder brings: A Prince of wonder, wonder unto Kings. This was that Brave man, who should right each wrong, Of whom the Bards, and Mystic Sibyls sung; Long since foretold, by whose Victorious power, This Isle, Her Ancient Glories should restore; And more of Fortunate, deserved the style, Then those, where Heavn's with double Summer's smile. Run on Great Prince thy Course in Glories way: The End, the Life, the Evening crowns the Day. Heap worth on worth, and strongly soar above Those Heights, which made the World, Thee first to love. Surmount thyself, and make Thine Actions past, Be but as Gleams, or Lightnings of thy last; Let them exceed those of thy Younger time, As far as Autumn, doth the Flowery prime. So ever Gold, and Bays, Thy Brows adorn, So never Time, may see Thy Race out worn; So of Thine own, still may'st thou be desired, Of Holland feared, and by the World admired; Till Thy great Deeds, all former deeds surmount, Thou'st quailed the Nimrods' of our Hellespont. Neptune's Triumph, in a Welcome to the most Illustruous Rupert, Prince Palatine, and Duke of Cumberland; beseeching him to put a Period to his well-begun Conquest at Sea. AM I wake? Or have some Dreams conspired To mock my Sense, with what I most desired? View I th' Undaunted face, see I those looks, Which with delight, were wont t'amaze my brooks? Do I behold that Mars, that man Divine, The World's great Glory by those Waves of Mine? Then find I true, what long I wished in vain, My much-beloved Prince is come again. So unto them, whose Zenith is the Pole, When six black Months, bright Sol begins to Roll; So comes Arabia's wonder from the Woods, Phoenix. And far, far off is seen by Memphis Floods. The feathered Sylveans, Cloudlike by her fly, And with triumphing Plaudits beat the Sky. Nile marvels, Serap's Priests, entranced rave, And in Migdonean stone, her shape engrave: In lasting Cedars, they do mark the time, In which Apollo's Bird came to their Clime. To Virgins, Flowers; to Sunburnt Earth, the Rain; To Mariners, fair Winds amidst the Main; Cold shades, to Pilgrims with hot glances burn, Are not so pleasing as thy blessed return. That day (dear Prince) which robbed us of thy sight, (Day? no, but darkness, and a dusky Night) Dìd fill our breasts with sighs, our eyes with tears, Turned Minutes to sad Months, sad Months to Years. For while my Court enjoyed thy Princely gleams, She did not envy Belgick's haughty streams, Nor wealthy Tagus, with his golden Ore, Nor clear Hydaspes which on Pearls doth roar, Nor Floods which near th' Elysium fields do fall; For why? Thy sight did serve to them for all. Swell proud my Billows, faint not to declare Your joys as ample as his Conquests are; For murmurs hoarse, sound like Arion's Harp, Now delicately flat, now sweetly sharp. And you my Nymphs, rise from your moist repair, And crown this lofty Prince with Lilies fair; Kiss each his floating Castles that do run Swift as the Rising or the Setting Sun. Eye of our western World, Mars-daunting Prince, Whose valiant Deeds the World can't recompense; For they not only claim those Diadems, To which th' Imperial Rhyne subjects her streams, But to thy Virtues and thy deeds is due All that the Planet of the year doth view. O days to be desired! Age happy thrice, If you your Heaven-sent-good could daily prize! But we (half Palsie-sick) think never right Of what we hold, till it be from our sight; Prise only Summer's sweet perfumed breath, When armed Winter threatens us with death. I see an Age when after some few years, And Revolutions of the slow-paced Spheres: These days shall be 'bove other far esteemed, So like the World's great Conquerors be deemed. The Names of Caesar, and feigned Paladine, graven in Times surly brows, in wrinkled Time; Of Henry's, Edward's, famous for their fights, Their French Conquests, and Orders new of Knights; Shall by this Princes Name be passed as far, As Meteors are by the Idalian Star. For to Great Britain's Isle, thou shalt restore, Her MARE CLAUSUM; Guard her pearly shore: The Lion's passant, of Dutch-bands shall free, To the true Owner of the Lilies three. The Seas shall shrink, shake shall the spacious Earth, And tremble in her Chamber, like pale death. The hills amazed shall stand, the vales, the rocks, The roaring Cannon with its Sulphurous pocks, Shall thunder thy Conquests, that th'world may see Great Britain's Arms triumphing under Thee. Vouchsafe, blessed people, ravished here with me, To think my thoughts, and see what do I see; A Prince all Gracious, Affable, Divine, Meek, Wise, Just, Valiant, and whose radiant shine Of Virtues (like the Stars about the Pole, Guilding the Night, enlighteneth every soul That ●eads my blue Chariot) born in this age, To guard the Innocents' from Tyrant's rage; Restore our Sovereign's right, who rising high To grace his Throne, makes Britain's Name to fly On Halcyon's wings, her Glories which restores, Beyond Oceanus to the Indean shores. O love this Prince with an eternal love! Since your love's Object doth Immortal prove; Pray that that Crown his Ancestors did wear, His Temples long (more happy) he may bear: That Heaven on him her blessings may bestow, That so his Conquests may for ever grow: That Victory his brave Exploits attend, Or West or South, where e'er his force shall tend. So Memory praise him, so precious hours, May Character his Name in starry Flowers. So may his high Exploits at last make even, With Earth his Honour, Glory with the Heaven; So when his well-spent care, all care becalms, He may in peace sleep in a shade of Palms; And rearing up fair Trophies, that heavens may Extend his Life to th'worlds extremest day. Of a Dutchman. HE is an unfinished man, or else one that Nature made less than others (not for person for that's loustick enough) but in soul. A right Dutchman can never be a true Friend, a Loyal Subject, or a good Neighbour; for his Trade carries away his heart; r●ches his Allegiance, and thieving his soul: he is the mere spawn of the worst of Spaniards, but far now from bearing one spark of their brave Natures. That he is nothing but a confused heap of Butter, Oil, Cheese and Brandy, so blended together, as if the Almighty when he created the Universe, had designed their beings in Ditches; for they are mere Frogs, Egyptian-plagues, croaking in other men's waters, they having none of their own, but such as they bury their dead in; they are truly the Almighty's Rods, sent to vex his people; and the Devil's Kitchenstuff, to fry the damned. They hate Drink, as the parched Earth does Rain, and cram their Guts with no more zeal, than a starved Epicurus. They are always men to morrow morning: they will make Indentures with their heels as they go, and swear snick or snee, if you make them stand; they are a living Sponge soused in Liquor, and sometimes so far drowned, that they need a Coroner. If an Englishman but fights them, they look as if their eyes would run into their souls, and their souls out of their eyes, for the sight of an English Sword wounds those Water-Rats more sensibly than a stroke, and that's the reason they damn up their Windows with Brandy, and are drunk ever when they engage: Every English man is his Hogan Mogan, that dare beat him; and every one that knows him dare do it. He is a kind of Chemist and Poet, turns all into Gold and Liquor; a right dunghil-cock, that scrapes in dirt and mire, to find the Gem: He knows not how to use it, unless it be to cut his Maker's throat, or to study the Kitchen Alchemy, in which he is so learned, that he wears his brains in his belly, being eternally chained by the Teeth unto Meat and Drink, for the salvation of his damned Gut. He is never contented full nor fasting, for it grieves his soul (if he has any) to see his Neighbour have an ounce of Pepper, or as much calico as will make a pair of socks for a Flea, and he nor concerned: No way is indirect for wealth to a Dutchman, whether of fraud or violence; gain is his Religion, which if Conscience goes about to hinder or exclaim against, immediately condemned for a common Barrater. For wealth he will lose his Friend, betray his Country, pine his Body, and damn his Soul. To conclude, — He is no less, Then the perfection of all wickedness, The Quintessence and abstract of all evil, And Clothed in Flesh, to act the closer Devil. The Character of a French Man. HIs rise, is a Vine-presser at Bourdeaux, a Fiddler in Orleans, A Play so called, written by the Marquis of Newcacastle. a Barber in Paris, a Gentleman in England, and a Lord in the Variety; He is a false Friend, a fawning Spanel, that will bite an Englishman if he can: The worst kind of Courtier, by so much as he acts the better part. He hath always two Faces, sometimes two hearts, but ever wants a Soul: Witness, the Ingenious Italian, That Plant that wants a Root. who ever calls him Mushroom. He can compose his Forehead with a smile, while his heart curses the person, and then laughs in himself that he has cozened him. His Tongue and his Lips are true Friends to the Devil; for he never sees Vices, but with a blear eye. If your English Gentlemen but Travel to Normandy, to see Henry the seconds Tomb, it costs him as much as if he had buried him; for he in half an hour shall have more Wasps about his Yellow Jacobuses, than his Mother a Twelvemonth about her Bee-hives: Such Legs, such Hats, and Services are tendered, that the Traveller thinks himself in a second jerusalem: His Tongue shall over-walk in the Tract of unjust praises; For a Frenchman can no more tell how to Discommend; then to speak True: his speeches are full of wondering Interjections, and cries jesus Maria, and then shrinks his shoulder with as much Zeal, as a Spaniard at Confession. His Praises are always in the Superlative Degree, and that ever in the presence of the new arrived Object, the which are so stuffed with such damned Hypocrisy of ma foy at the English suit he had on, and then tells him with a Countenance twisted like a Cart-rope, that begar Mounsieur you have a vary bon body, but de Englishman have ad sported add you; then tells of Device the French Kings Tailor, who must strait be fetched, who like a Jacanapes with the Bears, is so be Scarleted and Sworded, that at first you'd take him for a Low-Country Soldier, whose base mind is well suited with his Mercenary Tongue: who does so close up the matter, that in one Summer's Month in April, Fiddling, Dancing, Bolting, Fencing, and Frigating, the young Gallant is so Tired with them, that without summons he returns as Butterflies in September, so Metamorphised and o'ergrown with Hair, that he looks as if he had been with Nebuchadnazzer. A French man's Art is nothing but a delightful Cozinage in smooth Phrases, guilded with Perjury, that makes such fools, who tickle themselves to death with over-valuing themselves: If his English Scholar in the French Tongue, does but utter a Compliment indifferent, both his hands are little enough to bless himself: He extols his Ingenuity in his absence's, but always so, that it may not want a safe conveyance to his Ear, by the which he so Obliges the Young Gallant, that he shall sooner take some French Rascal for his waiting Gentleman, with whom he goes snips, than any Englishman, though he be never so well accomplished. In fine, he is Ingenious in hiding Imperfections, but not in carrying▪ he has a Complexion for every Face: The World hath not a more Artificial Instrument of Fawning Hypocrisy, or a more Impudent Bawd of Dishonesty, than this Mushroom; Honesty to him is Nice Singularity, and Religion a mere Cheat, for he'll adore the Sanctified Chair, and if possible, he'll S— in it: Al● Gravity to him i● Dullness, They Invaded Italy, 1662. and Virtue is only an Innocent conceit of the Melancholy and base-minded. Lastly, He is a Moth in the Englishman's Coat, so Earwig in the Dutch, a Caterpillar in the Italian● the Destruction of the Glory and Reputation of ou● British Court; a friend and Slave to the Trencher, and good for nothing but ●n Ambassador for the Devil. FINIS.