VIENNA'S Triumph; WITH THE Whigg's Lamentation For the Overthrow of the TURKS.  
To the Tune of, Now now the fight's done.  
 

NOw now's the Siege raised,  
and the numerous Train  
Of the Turks, jove be praised,  
are Defeated again:  
Their Mahomet's aid,  
they in vain did implore,  
And they swear they'll not trust  
the dull God any more:  
The Shame of the Loadstone,  
at last they have found,  
And their God is Condemned  
to be laid under ground.   

II.  
Let the English give praise,  
let all Christendom join,  
In singing of Lay,  
to the Powers Divine,  
Vienna once more  
hath the Victory won,  
And the TURKS though so mighty  
are put to the run:  
The Giant Goliath  
by David was slain,  
Thus who fight against Heaven,  
do fight but in vain.   

III.  
The Grand Vizier's fled,  
in vain he did boast,  
And 'twill cost him his Head,  
since the Battle he lost:  
His many of Thousands,  
he Invincible thought,  
Yet they by few hundreds,  
to Confusion were brought;  
To the great King of Poland,  
let the Honour redound,  
Whose actions with Credit,  
and Fame do abound.   

IV.  
To the Duke of Lorraine,  
great praises are due,  
Who had Fought but in vain,  
if proud words had proved true:  
At the Emperor's Threats,  
he laughed in his sleeve,  
And all his great proffers,  
he scorned to believe:  
But Great as he was,  
he withstood all their Charms,  
Choosing rather to die  
in his countrymen's Arms.   

V.  
His Loyalty true  
all the World doth admire,  
But the whigs who look blue,  
and Commotions desire:  
Ruin and strife is  
whigs Element still,  
They're an obstinate People,  
if crossed in their Will:  
And what their Will is,  
is as hard to be known,  
As it is to find out  
the Philosopher's Stone.   

VI  
No Devotion but theirs,  
all others they say,  
Of the Devil are Snares,  
for to lead us astray:  
The Pope to avoid,  
they'll do what they can,  
And instead of an Image,  
they'll Worship a Man:  
To the Turks they no Martyrs  
but Converts would be,  
But in time we may see  
them all die by the Tree.    

Printed for J. Deacon, at the Sign of the Angel in Guiltspur-street. 1683.