Brandywine, IN THE HOLLANDERS INGRATITUDE.  
BEING A serious Expostulation of an English Soldier with the Dutch: Wherein he debateth with them of former kindness received from ENGLAND, And the Cause of their base requital now, being so effascinated with Machivels' Policies, that they are foolishly charmed with the Magical Spells of MONARCHY, To subvert their own fundamental Principles, that engage in a War against England, to the ruin of her own Liberties.  
By J. W. Musophilus & miles veritatis.  
Bella per Aematheos' plusquam Civilae camps,  
Jusque datum sceleri, cammus Populu●●que potentem.  Lucan. 
Printed for T. F. M. D.C.LII.   

Upon the DUTCH Quarrelling with ENGLAND.  
What Hogen! what? In haste thus all afloat?  
Top, and Top-gallant, in thy Fishing-boat.  
Me thinks, thy Quarrel, doth not now arise  
From Judgement, when both thine ears, and eyes,  
Tho' hast heard, and seen our English-armes, were spread  
For thy defence, that when thou wert even dead  
With those fierce looks, Specke-Jan did cast at thee,  
(Threatening to root up quite the Orange-tree.)  
When with Mustachios starched, he looked as big  
As Don Quixot, and valued not a Fig  
Thy Barnevelt, (had not our gallant VERE,  
And most renowned SIDNEY, still been there  
With thousands more brave English.) We still stood  
Firm to thy Quarrel, sealing with our Blood  
Thy vindication, when thou wert so low,  
In power and strength, that thou dost chief owe  
Thy State and fortunes, to those valiant hands,  
That made thee Master of the Netherlands.  
What alteration's this? That now thy Friends  
Are odious grown? That had no other ends  
Then make thee great, what is thy mind elate?  
With Brandywine, since thou becamest a State?  
What is the cause, thou proudly dost begin  
To bristle thus against Us? Tell what sin,  
What Trespass done against thee, hast thou found  
By th' English now? Which makes thy rage abound  
So much with rancour; that thy Boars awake  
To fight against themselves, and parties take  
With Monarchy, which long ere this had stretched  
His bloody fingers o'er thy back, and reached  
Thy richest Jewel, had not our English Cross  
Stood in his way, and forced him to his loss,  
To leave his Plundering, that thy chiefest Town,  
Had oped her gates, and to his glorious Crown  
Given admittance, that with Dons would fill  
Thy Garrisons, and scourge thee at his will.  
And wilt thou prove such an ungrateful Friend  
Thus to requite us basely now in th'end?  
I see thou wilt, and that th'expense and Cost  
Cast on a Dunghill, is consumed and lost.  
And that that fabric sinks, and cannot stand:  
Whose weak foundation's reared upon the Sand.  
Like to thy Friendship Hoghen! That ne'er puts  
More faith, than Spanto Croon, into thy guts.  
If no more Faith, than Spanto Croon, is felt:  
Then no more Fish, if thou deniest thy Gelt.  
To veil thy Topsail; thou disdainest, but why?  
Thou meanest t'advance again the Progeny,  
Of STVART'S Line, oh! that is brave J'll swear  
To think that we should a dead Lion fear.  
Or else for t'hear thy Belgic Lion roar:  
By th' English kept from him that sought to gore  
His sides with sharpest Pikes, whose haughty rage,  
Not all thy Wealth, nor Traffic, could assuage.  
But that because DON's Spante Croon, might choke  
Thee without Mustard, under the Spanish yoke,  
He means to feed thee so, that thou may'st yield  
Thy Freedoms up, and an 
* His Palace at Madrid.  Escurial build  
At Ostend, or the Hague, when once his Grace  
Should in thy Coasts, but deign to show his face.  
And grace thee with his Train of Spanish DONS:  
Whose sight, would fright thee more than all his Guns.  
When th' English stood to back thee, who did bear  
The stress of Battle both in front and rear.  
Sluice, Nuiport, Vtreight, and more Places too:  
Can witness well, what th' English there did do  
For thine Advancement, when their ground did fail  
T'afford them footing, yet they did not quail,  
Nor did their Valour shrink, but fought it out,  
Till their dispute was cleared of all the doubt.  
The Blood we lost there, being of too great price;  
Then for such Boars, to be a Sacrifice.  
Thy ground too dull, and base, for to receive  
Their Corpse, that did such brave Examples leave  
Of Valour to the world, that thou canst not  
Ever forget (unless thou dost turn Scot)  
As now thou dost express. We forward were  
Upon thy Terms, all times t'engage, even there  
Our richest Jewels, though thou be'st so base  
To leave us in the same concluded Case.  
What didst thou mean then Hogen! Thus to brave  
Us in our own Dominions? That but crave  
A moderate Vicinity, from thee:  
That hadst our Blood, and Wealth to set thee free.  
What meaneth this new Quarrel, what debate  
Canst thou find out to vex our English State?  
That thine is th'Elder, count it so at home:  
There's no Succession, that shall give thee room  
Upon our Seas, to dare us at our Doors,  
And cut our Throats for kindness, on our shores.  
Wherefore durst roguish Trump, else once deny  
To veil his Top? But that thou dar'st defy  
Thine own security, t'awake their Spleen  
That heretofore have thy preservers been,  
To prove how thy Destroyer's, when with Love  
They courted thee, but all in vain to move  
Thy Boarish Constitution; for thou knowest  
No more Civility, than what thou owest  
To thine own Gorge, on others still to feed,  
Or else no Friendship keep, but hate the deed.  
Of such persuasions, that might urge thee so;  
To thine own good, and have partakers too.  
Durst Trump assume else Power to dispose  
Thy Navy, but to prejudice thy Foes?  
He durst not, unless Counsels did Create  
In him a Power, so to maintain thy State.  
For sure his knavish head must either lie  
At stake, or thou his do justify.  
What means thy Preparations? If so fare  
Thou be'st from wrong, to justify a War.  
If this be like the kisses of a Friend,  
I prithee tell, how shall embraces end?  
Thou makest thy Friends, thy Foes, that only be  
But sufferers, and still involved with thee  
In the same Cause, what is our Cross and Harp  
Contemptible become? That thou so sharp,  
And hot dispute, about the Sovereign Power  
Over our Seas dost urge, even to devour  
Those Liberties, which with our Freedom's gained  
With brandished Swords so fiercely we maintained.  
I know no reason for't, unless thou'lt take  
Our Power from us, and for thine humour sake  
Dispose of us at pleasure till we be  
So recreant base to beg our State of thee.  
What wrongs and injuries have we palls by,  
That have been acted with thy Cruelty;  
Evers to subvert our State and we forborn  
To seek offence, although we justly scorn  
Thine overdaring baseness, when w'espy  
It overbalanced with base Peasantry.  
Where is our Agent DORISLAUS? Now speak  
But Truth, and then let all affection break:  
Was he not basely Murdered, (for t'increase  
Thine Hatred) than when he was seeking Peace?  
What was our ruin sought in him t'o'erthrow  
Out Liberties? And with one private blow,  
Through him to wound the body of our State,  
That thou didst prove his bold Assassinate.  
J'm at a Stand to muse on't; but I see  
Thy Brandywine, will make thee Snick and Snee.  
Oh! What was then our guilt? When fare remote  
Thy ruder Boars; with top-sails all afloat,  
Surprised our English Ships, and seized their goods,  
Destroyed our Men, made havoc of their Bloods,  
And this so sudden, that they did not know  
Of an offence, nor whence thy spleen should grow?  
How had we guilty been of so fierce rage  
(Which lies unparraleled through any Age)  
When at Amboyna, (most inhuman part)  
Thou killed'st our Men, and killed'st them too with Art?  
With Racks, and Tortures, thou didst use them so:  
That Innocent, they must be guilty too,  
Of some foul Crime, ne'er thought on, oh! 'tis thus,  
Thou durst be Cruel, yet not Conscious,  
Of thine own Acts. But Hogen this will stick  
Unto thy larded sides though, Phlegmatic.  
And what revenge was sought? Our goodly King,  
Would ne'er consent, in question once to bring  
Those horrid Crimes, which yet aloud do cry  
For Justice, on thy basest Treachery.  
What dost thou think t'abuse us 'cause we sit  
Patient, and suffer thine affronts, 'tis it  
Makes thee so daring, and with surly brow  
Confront our undertake, or else how  
Durst thou to deal so treacherously base,  
As quarrel with us, in so known a Case?  
To give us cause of an offence, and stand  
Upon't, as though on the defensive hand.  
Oh Hogen, Hogen! Hast thou quite forgot  
All former kindness, that remember'st not,  
What homage thou hast paid, when heretofore  
Our Crosses still were welcome, to thy shore?  
In any part of thy Dominions, when  
They brought thee Succours and our Valiant men?  
What friendship didst thou show us, when our Foes  
Found shelter in thy bosom, to disclose  
Their horrid Plots, that else durst not been seen  
Active therein, did not King CHARLES his Queen  
Our Jewels pawn for Gelt, to buy those Arms;  
Wherewith he wrought so great and manies harms?  
On all occasions, still thy Towns have been  
As Sanctuaries, to take Traitors in.  
What offices of Love, as heretofore  
Were acted by thy base Ambassador  
Betwixt the KING and PARLIAMENT, he'll find,  
That sees the Hogen of a Royal mind,  
Inclined to Monarchy, but yet beware,  
Thou dost not put thy foot into a Snare.  
Speck Jan insults, and turns his Whiskers up,  
In hope thou'lt pledge him in a brimful Cup  
Of rich Canary, laughs t'hear thy Train  
Vive le Roy cry, PHILIP King of Spain,  
Great Duke of Burgundy, till we shall take  
Some of thy Towns, and such Intrenchments make,  
That shall let in the Seas, and over-whelme  
Thy Countries all, than who shall steer at Helm?  
With a Cessation, he hath dulled thy wit,  
Which now hath brought thee into a frantic fit,  
For now thou meanest, to Conjure on the Seas,  
And play thy Pranks, thy Skippers all like Fleas,  
Must in and out, and where it chances bite:  
But yet for all their Skill, if BLAKE shoot right,  
Let them beware their Bones, there are true Sons  
Of valour in our Fleet, our English Guns  
Will speak the truth, and Hogen thou mayst find  
Such sport at Sea, that will perplex thy mind.  
Recall thy Ships then, let thy surly Boars  
Find other work, or seek out Foreign shores,  
Wait on Speck Jan, and on his Seaports keep  
A careful Watch, or else he'll fall a sleep.  
Lay thy Design, his Plate-Fleet how to get:  
For that will buy more Thread to mend thy Net.  
And then, we'll Farm thee out some Part oth'Seas;  
That somewhat; may thy boiling Stomach ease:  
But on such terms (good Hogen) that thou Pay  
A Tribute, then be sure thou keep thy Day.  
Else thou mayst fish for Flounder, or stand by  
And see us Feast upon thine Herring Pye.  
Go lard thy sides with Bacon, and then tell  
If Boarre in thy Dish would not do well.  
Say 'tis much good and then we'll send thee Beer  
To bouse, and frolic, with thy much good cheer.  
Post-hac majora canemus. LUCANUS junior.  
FJNJS.