THE HOLLAND NIGHTINGALE, OR The Sweet Singers of Amsterdam; BEING A Paraphrase upon the Fable of the Frogs fearing that the Sun would Marry.  By J. O. 

LOw-Countr●●●●rovinces, United Bogs,  
Once Distres●● States, now Hogen Mogen Frogs,  
(Royal and Noble Interest gone) Command,  
Grown formidable ●oth at Sea and Land:  
Who but a Century of Years before  
Dabbled in Fishing, despicably Poor,  
In seamless Vessels, Troughs cut out of Logs,  
Catched Whiting-Mops; now Gogs and Gogmagog's!  
In stately Pines new Constellations raise,  
Ploughing up Billows two and thirty ways;  
Through boiling Brine, and Cakes of crusted Ice,  
For Gold and Silver Ivory, Oil, and Spice;  
What straits, Gulfs, trending Bays, spare they to pierce,  
By Water to take in the Universe?  
Are they with Force not able to Invade?  
No matter; They undo the World by Trade:  
Four Frogs, two To●●●…les, and one greasy Toad,  
Deep freighted Ves●●…ls bear from Road to Road.   

Whom now a c●●●ternating Panic Fear  
Dejected much: T●e Sun will Wed they hear:  
The News from In●●a, worse than Plague or War,  
Brought and atteste● by a Blazing Star.  
To Pigmy Inches th●●e Gygantick Frogs,  
Pale Terror shru●… Summoned from all the Bogs,  
hoping or cra●●●● they in Clusters came  
Up to their prime ●orrass, their greatest Dam.   

There the new Stat-house stands, built fair and large  
For their own Profi●, but the People's Charge;  
Where they on all Emergencies of State,  
Or private Business in Convention sat.   

No Portico this Modern Building faced,  
Within no ancient Prince's Figures graced;  
Nor Grandsires with their Nets, such were too Poor  
To stand with Besoms there behind the Door;  
Who for their own Good-Old-Cause Martyrs died  
By Hemp, or by more zealous Faggots tried:  
But Gods and Goddesses in Marble Carved,  
Or finely Painted, which the Heathen served,  
In all the Nieches, e●ch convenient place,  
In Stone or Tables the fair Structure grace.  
But yet for all their Skill, these Belgic Toads  
Made Upsie-Dutch Heroes and Grecian Gods.   

Early this day assembled Old and Young,  
The Dam they cover, and the Stat-house throng:  
Silence commanded, not one whispering Croak,  
An old Sag-bellied Toad rising, thus spoke:   

Grave Hogen Mogen, High and Mighty Frogs!  
Whose Care and Prudence fertilized these Bogs,  
And so improved these your United States,  
Princes to Beard, and be with King's Copemates;  
Though we from Mushrooms sprung, and Spawn of Toads,  
Seven petty Provinces our small Abodes,  
Yet the whole World are Tributaries made  
To us, by Traffic and the Power of Trade.  
Hereafter we by Conquest may prevail;  
Our Title Treasure, and ten thousand Sail.  
Your High and Mighty Toadships understand,  
We fear no mortal Power by Sea or Land;  
Such are our Forts, such Frontiers we maintain;  
And such our Castles floating on the Main.  
But from above the dreadful News we hear,  
The Sun will Marry, a just cause of Fear;  
And the first Year please his fair Spouse at home:  
What in his absence will of us become,  
That live in Water, and grow fat in Bogs?  
We shall be styled once more; Distressed Frogs.  
His Absence will our Marshes in a trice  
To Crystal turn, a never-thawing Ice.  
Or should we scape such a continued Frost  
As girdles up nine Months the Arctic Coast,  
His teeming Spouse may yet produce a Son,  
Shall quite out of the beaten Zodiac run;  
So unexperienced drive his Father's Chair,  
That soon to Fire he'll rarify the Air;  
Water and Earth to Dust and Ashes turn,  
And all in one new Conflagration burn.   

They tell how Phaeton our ample Bogs  
To Jelly boiled; stewed Tadpoles, Toads, and Frogs  
In one Pottage, and Pluto gave, who swore  
He never tasted Broth so Rich before.  
Many such Yonkers may spring from his Loins,  
And share his Houses, twelve Celestial Signs;  
And they may Wed, have Sons, and Daughters too:  
What in this Imminent Danger shall we do!  
To what Protector shall we make address?  
All know that Neptune this concerns no less;  
Such Drinking Suns would at one Meeting quaff  
(were there so many) twenty Oceans off.  
Him to implore lay by next Sabbath-day,  
We be no such Jews, nor Christians, but we may:  
He heard us lately, when a swelling Tide  
Embodied, threatened o'er our towers to Ride;  
And, soon as moved, with his great Trident came,  
Beat off those Waves that Stormed our yielding Dam;  
Which had they battered but nine Inches higher,  
We had not lived, Ruin to fear by Fire.   

This said, Oh wondrous! the Foundations quake,  
And the stiff Idols, fixed in Marble, shake;  
When Neptune, where he did in Triumph ride,  
On a rich Shell, his Cheeks fresh Sanguine died;  
His Trident waving then with Arms displayed,  
Thus, to the People much admiring, said:   

Batavian Frogs, Advanced by my sole Power,  
Whom Jove first Planted from a Thunder-shower,  
Fear not the Sun, nor at his Offspring shake:  
To the last Drop I'll Drain my ample Lake,  
My Watery Kingdom's Laver into Suds,  
To quench their Torches: To the Stygian Floods  
I'll Titan send, and all his fiery Tits,  
To Light their Lamps, and to regain their Wits.  
Lay idle Fears aside, he'll never Wed,  
Nor Plant a Female in a Flaming Bed.  
Suspect no Conflagrations from the East,  
But a new Sun that riseth in the West;  
His Flames beware; His kindled Vengeance shall,  
Unless you strait submit, consume you all;  
Whose Predecessors raised you to this height,  
From Him, Ungrateful Toads! expect your Fate:  
His Royal Brother Leads, upon the Main,  
A hundred floating Cities in a Train,  
With Fire and forty thousand Hector's big.  
In vain so many Vessels out you Rig:  
In vain your Forts and your Land Force you brag;  
Stoop, or be ruined, to the British Flag,  
That must, and ever shall, give Laws to you;  
The World, at Sea, they be able to subdue.   

This said, their God grows Pale, and with a Groan  
The Statue leaves, once more, a sencless Stone.   

MORAL.  

Princes beware to Aid a Growing State,  
Lest they be first that give you the Checkmate.  
Wealth and Success turns Humbleness to Pride:  
Beggars on Horseback to the Devil ride.