The English-french-mans' Address, UPON HIS MAJESTY'S LATE Gracious Declaration:  
Humbly showeth,—  

T— HAT Your Dread Majesty,  
By Ye're Gracious Declaration, hath set's Free  
Of our late Terrors; whereas before we thought,  
All our brave All's would come at length to nought;  
But now 'tis o'er: Had we gone Home again,  
We could not tell, which way for to Maintain  
Our Families: In ENGLAND we can take  
E'en what Degrees we please; and make  
The Gentry believe, that 'tis our Nation,  
Suits all their Greatness in a Fur Bonne Fashion.   

Me that came lately into ENGLISH Ground  
With Rags on Back, where Vermin did abound;  
Yet had a Sword, though scarce a Shoe to foot,  
Ay, and a Shirt too, though 'twas black as foot:  
Have found the ENGLISH Constitution so,  
That I'll be hanged, ere I to FRANCE will go  
Again in haste; There I wanted bread,  
Here, of a Family, I'm become the head:  
My Master loves me, and doth still, Protest  
Of his Servants, the Mounsieur is the best;  
For when with our Kick-shaws about they prance,  
We Swear Begar, 'tis Ala Mode de FRANCE.   

Thus we get into Favour, and then we  
Are Parramount, of all the Family:  
We tell his Lordship, that 'tis nothing sitting,  
De ENGLISH Cook, should Rule his Lordship's Kitchen;  
Swearing, De ENGLISH Cook he cannot tell,  
Which way to make De Bonne Potazie well:  
He burns the Meat Begar, and I do think  
His Sauce is musty; and his Beef does stink;  
You no smell my Lord: Your Cold does spoil  
Your Scent, and your Cook, does beguile  
Your Honour, and Me can't endure  
De ENGLISH Cook; De Bonne French Serveture:  
He is De best Begar, Me dare to swear,  
He'd fit your Lordship, to a very hair:  
De ENGLISH Man, Begar Me know is Stout,  
But in the Carriage, he is but a Lout,  
Compared with De FRENCH: He cannot Dance,  
Nor Cheat's Lord, with a Bonne Sir-Reverence.   

Now wide the Ladies, de Women are as Good  
To Curl de Hair, and for to set de Hood,  
As any in the world, der's none does know  
How to do it like the French, 'tis we that show  
De ENGLISH Woman: Me will tell you what,  
De ENGLISH Woman, nothing but talk and prate.   

Me Tutor de Infant, nay, what is more,  
Teach Men to play the Rogue, and Wench the Whore:  
When dat Me see a Bonne handsome Wench,  
Out of pure love, Me teach her Parlour French:  
If she have Money, den I strait will swear,  
De French Man is in Love wide her Begar:  
And 'tis the best for her, do all she can,  
To Marry de fur bonne French Gentleman:  
When the Gentleman does love the handsome Woman  
Not for his Wife, but for to make her Common;  
Then Me do go, pretending to sell Lace,  
And in a Point I oft a letter place,  
To bring her to my Bow, and then I,  
Am feed by both hands for my Bawdry:  
Thus we help one another, and do displace  
The ENGLISH Servitures; by thus disgrace-  
— Ing of them, and through some Elusion,  
Make the FRENCH happy with tother's Confusion.   

Now if Your Majesty would have us swear,  
Prescribe the Oath, what 'tis, we do not Care,  
So we can still reside here, rather than we  
Should now go Home, we'll forswear Country  
And King, and All; For here we can Invade  
Your True Born Subjects, by working on the Trade  
For which they served: Should they do so in FRANCE  
Weed rather hang 'em, then let them advance  
Themselves by our Professions, let them not think,  
Out of our Country, they shall carry Chink:  
No! we're more wise; we'll first let them know,  
What peril 'tis, the FRENCH does undergo  
At Home: But yet in ENGLAND here  
'Bove ENGLISHMEN, 'tis known we Domineer,  
And shall do still; Unless Your Majesty,  
Prescribe to us a Day of Jubilee:   

For we to one another are Good-willers,  
And in Your Land Egyptian Caterpillars.   
Robert Miller, M. D.   

LONDON, Printed in the Year, 1666.