THE BELGIC LYON DISCOVERED.  
'TIs done! the Belgic Lion, whose loud roar  
Filled all the Ocean from Shore to Shore  
With Noise and Vapour; is uncased, and now  
Discovers both his Ears, and Body too;  
Those Swollen Romantique Papers which have flown  
Abroad and filled each Part of Christendom  
With Lying Rumours, which proclaimed what you  
Both had Designed and were resolved to Do  
That durst with base unhallowed Ink defile  
The Reputation of the Noblest Isle  
Great Neptune's Arms e'er circled, nay blaspheme  
That Sacred Head which wears a Diadem  
Second to none in Europe, now appear  
Just Monuments both of your Shame and Fear  
True Pourtraits of your Baseness, Wretched Slaves  
Did you believe that your Batavian Braves  
Could fright the British Monarch? Skellums, no!  
The greatest of your Force is much below  
His cheapest Thoughts; though all your here's wore Crown  
Rich as the Sun e'er saw, though all your Towns  
Were Hogen-Mogen Empires, though your Souls  
Were keener than your Cheese, and your fat Joules  
Big as your Brandy, yet he'll give you knocks  
●uch as will break the strongest Butterbox;  
Will melt you into your first Mass, and then  
You'll be the Poor distressed States again;  
But you were got on Tiptoe th' Air of France  
●●d purged Phlegm, and taught you how to dance,  
These new Lavaltoes, dull-brained stupid Rogues.  
Worst than the worst of men, than Indian Jogues  
Could you forget what great ELIZA did  
When A●●as Duke, Colossus like bestrid  
Your Jadish Backs, when th' Inquisition tore  
Your heartstrings out, and bathed your sides in Core,  
When Sea and Land were both shut up, and you  
Neither knew where to stay, nor how to go,  
The English Valour then, (so much of late  
Despised by you) buoyed up your sinking State,  
Rescued you from that Force, by which you were  
Thrown down into the bottom of Despair,  
These than were favours, which to do you right  
You ever since have laboured to requite  
Witness the Kindness, which by you was shown  
To us at Banda, and at Pulleroon  
Amboina's Mercies too were great, and such  
As did to all men speak you truly DUTCH,  
Know then you Fen-bred Frogs, the time is come  
Will give you a just Retribution  
The Mighty God, the God of battles has  
Furbished that Sword which saved you then, to pass  
Through your Bowels now, that hand which he  
Advanced to break your Bonds and set you free  
He'll arm with Vengeance, and Vindictive Rage,  
To beat you into your first Vassalage.  
N. R.