Holland turned to Tinder, OR, ENGLAND'S Third Great Royal VICTORY.  
Being an exact Narrative brought by Captain Talbot Commander of the Elizabeth a fourth rate Frigate of the Blue Squadron who on wednesday night came into Harwitch, and sent an Express to the KING at Whitehall, of all that had passed betwixt both the fleets, before and in the Fight: which news hath been continued since by other rersons from aboard the Royal Charles, who give account of a total Rout given to the Dutch, and a great Victory obtained against them, insomuch that they are beaten and blocked in their own Harbours: All this was performed on Wednesday and Thursday 25. and 26. of July, 1666.  
The Tune is, Packington's pound.  

 
 

THe weather is clear, which was late over cast  
& our long expectations are answered at last,  
With News from the Navy, which I shall impart  
Enough to rejoice every Englishman's heart,  
That's honest and true,  
(And is not a Jew)  
but would give to God and to Cesar his Due,  
This will be a joyful and Royal Relation  
To such as love God, the King, and the Nation:  
those D●tel Demigorgons', God's power convinces  
& makes them all Servant, that aimed to be Princes.   

On Wednesday last, the twenty fift day of July  
Came in this Narration which I'll tell ye truly,  
From brave Cay▪ Talbot a man of stout carriage  
That then brought a part of this News into Harwich,  
Both Ruin and Rage.  
(In brave Equipage)  
Last wednesday at noon both the fléets did engage  
The winds were our friends, & did fly out our sails  
With very fresh Northerly brave topsail gales  
We dined with the Hogens upon their own Coast,  
You might a had Dutchmen there boiled or roast,   

At first both the Navies did fight in a Line,  
Three hours with much fury & force (but in fine)  
The Enemy's Fleet into three Squadrons flew,  
And Sir Jeremy Smith (Admiral of the Blue)  
By lot was to face,  
Pursue, and to Chase  
out the Zelanders Squadron, the strongest that was  
They fought it out furiously, all the day after,  
And fiercely encountered, like wildfire & water,  
A Frigate of ours called the Resolution,  
Was burnt by the Dutch in this depth of confusion.   

The white and red squadrons did ply the two other  
So fast that they almost were choked with the smother  
They tugged very hard who should stand it out longest,  
Our blue was the weakest, the Zealand the strongest  
And yet they fight,  
Till so late at night,  
that powder and darkness deprived them of sight  
The two Hollan● squadrons both turned tail & fled  
Pursued by the squadrons of our White and Red,  
Upon thursday morning betwixt nine and ten,  
The Zealand's were crippled and hopped home again.    

The second Part,  
to the same Tune.  
 
 

TO aid the blue squadron a thousand stout men  
Were sent (in five frigates) by sir William Pen,  
And Talbot doth tell us ere he did retire,  
On wednesday night he saw six Dutch ships on fire,  
Two hundred almost  
Of our men were lost,  
such victories seldom are gained without cost,  
The ●ealanders Admiral some think is gone  
Unto his last home, when his stag was shot down,  
'Tis highly presumed by the best knowing men,  
They ne'er will be able to fight us again.   

The prestmen (well mingled with stout volunteers  
Did drink away dolour and fight away fears:  
Our small shot did stand to't with valiant desire,  
Their Guns spit & sparkled like bay-leaves in fire  
Our Canons did roar  
They sunk and they tore.  
thousands that heard them will ne'er hear them more.  
It is better far in a good cause to die,  
Then with a bad conscience to live great & high:  
And in act: of honour there's no better thing,  
Then die a true Martyr for God and the King.   

Our white and red squadrons Du Ruiter engaged  
Five bouts, till at last his fierce fury aswaged,  
He fought as if he bade been Mars his own son,  
From ten in the morning, till three afternoon.  
Our Red and our White  
Did dazzle his sight,  
they made him to turn and to run away quite,  
For no other reason as some men suppose  
But courage did fall from his heart to his hose:  
Though bad men seek victory, and think to win it  
It never will prosper, if God be not in it.   

Our Frigates pursued him, our Canons did roar,  
Until they were come within two miles of shore▪  
Our great Ships pursued, & continued the slaughter,  
So far till they were within six fathom water:  
They durst not look back,  
To see what we lack,  
but posting for life, to their Harbours they tack;  
Their Flags being struck, and not set up again,  
'Tis thought that Venus Trump & Du Ruiter is slain.  
He that doth protect us, will save us from evil,  
In spite of the Dutch, the Dane, or the Devil.   

Besides all the damage our Shipping hath done,  
To Vessels & men, in their fight, and their run.  
Two very stout Ships we have taken and fired.  
And in them five hundred and ninety men tired,  
With tagging for that,  
They cannot get at.  
to make England stoop to their pitiful State;  
When slaves are turned princes, no tyrants so evil  
When beggars are mounted, they ride to the Devil  
No Souls so insulting as such sordid Slaves,  
As climb to preferment on honest men's graves.   

Our Generals and Navy, are all safe and sound,  
The Prince; & the Duke have our foes in the pound  
They in their own Harbours are prisoners at ease,  
The King of great Britain Commands where he please.  
We ride on the Ocean,  
And wait for the Motion,  
to venture again they have no great devotion,  
had they not crept in, they'd been burnt to a cinder  
And Holland by this time, had been turned to tinder  
God bless King & Queen, with the Duke, & all such,  
As are friends to great Britain, & foes to the Dutch.     

With Allowance.   

London, Printed by F. Crouch, for F. Coles, T. Vere, and I Wright.