The Triumphs of four Nations; OR, A happy Conclusion of Peace, Betwixt England, France, Denmark, and Holland.  
As it was confirmed on Sunday night July the 21. at Breda where, after four hours' Conference in the Castle, the Plenipotentiaries about nine in the evening signed the Articles of Peace; which Don Mounsieur Fleming, the Sweedish Mediator, in a short Speech Congratulated the happy issue of so great a work; After which, the Plenipotentiaries saluting and complementing each other, the Conference ended: As they came out of the Castle, the Canons were thrice discharged round the Town, the Musqueteers giving their volleys from the Works, and the Horse drawn up upon the Plain, saluting them with their Trumpets, the whole Town quitting their Houses to express their Joy to them as they passed by; This Joyful News was brought on Friday last July 26. from Breda, by the Right Worshipful Sir John Coventry, to the King, bringing with him the Articles of Peace, as they were Signed there by the Plenipotentiaries.;  
Tune is, Packington's Pound.  
 

LIft up thy bead England & lay by thy mourning,  
thy much desired long absent Peace is returning  
Like health after sickness, and ease after pain;  
Like joy after sorrow, or Sun after Rain:  
The sound of it comes.  
Muc● w●●ter than Drums,  
And more welcome is unto all the Kingdoms;  
By Truth, Love and friendship, delights do increase,  
The Joys of a Nation is Plenty and Peace.   

Last Sunday was seven-night at Breday 'twas pas●  
Which I hope will p●●●e all our comforts at l●●…  
The Plenipotentiaris signed to peace,  
That our 〈◊〉 up trading might have a release  
The townsmen did laugh,  
Rejoice, sing, and quaff,  
Thrice round about Breda the Canon's 〈◊〉  
The Musketeers made many volleys to rattle,  
And Trumpets did sound as in heat of a Battle,  
By Truth, etc.   

The Second Part,  
to the same Tune.  

SIr John Coventry unto Whitehall did bring,  
Last Friday this happy brave News to the King  
Which filled all their hearts with such pleasure & joy,  
They cast up their Caps & sung Vive le Roy,  
That we do agree,  
With our Enemy,  
The Dane, Dutch, and French are as joyful as we  
The Dutch who in victual did not so abound,  
Paid more for an ounce than we paid for a pound.  
By Truth, Love & Friendship, delights do increase.  
The strength of a Nation is Plenty and Peace.   

The Frenchman hath reason this peace to desire  
Because he hath many more Irons i'th' fire;  
The Dane without trading will never grow rich  
The best of his Lading is Fir-pole and Pitch;  
Then let us with joy,  
Our Talon employ,  
And fill Ships with goods that were wont to destroy  
When Vessels bore nothing but Powder & Lead,  
The Traders and Laders, and trading is dead,  
By Truth, etc.   

Why should we not live all as brother with brother  
The Scripture commands us to love one another  
Why should not contention and dissension cease,  
Since the King of all Kings is the Prince of all Peace  
By Union we may,  
Both prosper and pray,  
By discord we do one another betray,  
The Devil and Discord like Lightning & Thunder  
In June and July are seldom asunder;  
By Truth, etc.   

If Peace doth continue without and within,  
I hope London City will be built again,  
Which was much retarded for want of a Peace,  
For what man can build where no Foundation is;  
Without it there's none,  
Will build on his own,  
Peace is the foundation, & the corner stone,  
If we have not Peace both upon Sea and Land,  
The City's foundation will be in the Sand,  
By Truth, etc.   

All workmen from all parts of England may comes  
To work and get money without fear of Drum,  
The Country man now will to labour be willing,  
Not fearing to be burned i'th' hand with a shilling  
The Gun and the Drum,  
Will shortly be dumb,  
Then Madge may have Roger, & Tib may have Tom;  
Now howling, & scowl'ng amongst the kindhearted.  
Shall be lest with young Wenches for Sweet hearts departed;  
By Truth, etc.   

Our Merchants upon the green Ocean so curled  
Shall safely pass free to all parts of the world,  
And in their deep bottoms bring silks and slip slops  
To please pretty Ladies and City wives chaps,  
Figs, Almonds and Spice,  
With Sugar and Rice,  
Which is a young Gentle woman's Paradise  
Then silver and gold (so dangerous in power)  
Life Traitors, shall both be committed to th' Tower  
By Truth, etc.   

Then singing and Music will be in request,  
And Jugge shall be dancing as well as the best,  
About the green Maypole, with Gillian and Jack,  
For Ale and Stewed Pruens for Custard & Cake;  
True Charity then,  
Will be amongst men.  
Or else we may look for these troubles again,  
Short comforts will be in a Nation no doubt,  
Where Peace is concludes, and God is left out.  
By Truth, etc.   

God bless this peace to us with a right understanding  
Keep our hearts and minds under his great commanding;  
God bless King & Kingdom and send that our hate  
Unto one another in Church and in Stats,  
May be nulliffed,  
God keep us from Price,  
Ambition, Wrath, Malice & Discord beside;  
when nation fights nation, & brother beats brother  
They are like earthen vessels that break one another  
By Truth, Love, and Friendship, etc.    
FINIS.   

London, Printed for W. Thackeray, next door to the Dolphin in West-Smithfield. With Allowance.