THE DUTCH STORM: OR, It's an ILL WIND that Blows NO-BODY PROFIT.  
BEING A Perfect Relation of Eighteen Ships Great and Small, Taken from the Hogen Mogen states Van Hollandt. Septemb. 3. 1665. By the Truly Valiant Earl of SANDWICH.  

WHen Royal James, that Prince of Might and Wonder,  
Did make the Seas, the Earth and Air to Thunder:  
When with loud Roarings of his Guns he shook  
The Firmament; The Winds he Prisoner took:  
His Mighty Valour, and his Powerful Arm,  
The Winds and Seas magnetic like did Charm;  
Those Elements were kind, and did not grudge  
To take his part, till he had beat the Dutch:  
They scorned for to own the Dutch-mens Cause,  
Or to be subject unto such outlaws;  
They quiter had lost their former Reputation,  
If they had sided with that Paltrey Nation.  
When Hell and Earth, and all the World did sight  
'Gainst Queen Elizabeth in Eighty-eight,  
How did the proud Waves storm, the High-Winds roar,  
And Beat the Pope and spaniard from our Door,  
With Violence did hurl them in the Deep,  
Until the Resurrection for to Sleep;  
And now they are in Arms for Englands Right.  
The other day most Valiantly did Fight,  
One Thousand three Hundred twenty seven  
Dutch Prisoners took: 〈◇〉 this love's from Heaven;  
What Nations this the Universe will say,  
That Winds and Seas so humbly do obey?  
It is in vain for Holland so to strive  
Against the Stream; Great Britains King will drive  
Them up and down the Main, he will them Chase,  
That those Vile Wretches shall not find a Place  
To harbour in, or for to take their Ease,  
They shall no more enjoy the Narrow-Seas;  
The Winds and Seas alone themselves will Fight,  
They will defend the King of Englands Right.  
Poor silly Holland, how canst thou with-stand  
Great Britains King? he'l shake thee from His Hand,  
As Paul the Viper did into the flamme,  
he'l cause thee tremble at his Dreadful Name;  
Long time ere this thou hadst been tumbled down,  
If not supported by Great Britains Crown;  
And now thy Mother thou dost seek to Kill,  
Because thou canst not have thy Factious Will;  
Dumb Elements themselves do thee defy,  
Thy unjust Dealing, and thy Cruelty  
They will Revenge; wherever thou dost go  
They'l be against thee, and become thy Foe;  
Sad Omen Holland, for this Storm did show,  
That thou ere long shalt have an Overthrow;  
And such a Tempest shall thee Overwhelm,  
As shall Consume thee to the very helm;  
The Element of Fire may be next,  
Which not long since thee cruelly perplexed;  
Four Elements in All thou canst but have,  
And one of these are left to be thy Grave;  
Therefore more Kind unto thee it will be  
In thy distress, than all the tother Three;  
This Self same instant Month, and the Third day,  
False hearted Holland, England took away  
Eight Ships, Two Hundred Guns; since many more,  
And Fourteen Hundred Prisoners brought to shore;  
rejoice, O England, Dance for Joy and Sing,  
That's an ill Wind which none doth profit bring.   
FINIS.   

LONDON, Prin●●● by J. Mottershed, in the Year M.DC.LXV.