THE Grand signors SPEECH TO THE Ottoman Forces at Belgrade, who are now at Wars with the CHRISTIANS, 1683.  


MY Janyzary-Slaves, your power alone  
I need not question to secure my Throne.  
Nor can I doubt a Force so often tried,  
Which Christian Fields, with Christian Blood has died:  
Go on then boldly to dispose the Fates,  
Of crazy Europe's ill supported States,  
until the trembling Princes of the West  
Bow to that Hand, which has subdued the East:  
Let the deluded World be taught by you,  
What to our Prophet and our Arms is due.  
So Fight, as may our Enemies persuade,  
A power, not human does their States Invade.  
Instruct the Christians in each Loss to red  
How we of old, against Them did succeed.  
In every Breach and Batt'ry, still relate,  
The Story of our Honour, and their Fate.  
In springing Moynes, or taking Bastions, tell,  
Thus Candy, thus defenceless Rhodes once fell.  
Recounting these, the better to inflame  
Your Courage, no less than provoke their shane.   

By our great Prophet, and his Law, I vow  
( No stronger Ties our Turkish Faith does know)  
That petty Trifle called the Caesar of the West,  
emperor in Name, in Truth, but Fortunes Jest.  
mocked with th' Imperial sceptre, and a Crown,  
hectored by Laws, by every Prince run down:  
No longer shall be miserable Great,  
A Purple Captive, and a Slave of State.  
Not to the Empires Younger Brothers sue,  
While tedious Diets slow Debates pursue.  
These mischiefs now no longer shall depend,  
His Vassalage in pitty ought to end.  
His Empire henceforth shall become my Care,  
Th' Electors Lots my bassas, be your Share.   

Already for our Conquests to make way,  
Our Foes divided, on each other Prey;  
Revolted Teckley with his Friends does work,  
And Christians join 'gainst Christians for the Turk●  
Their Diets Factions promise fair, that we  
The like, may in Confed'rate Armies see.  
What hope appears, that they who can't Unite  
In peaceful Councils, should agree in Fight?  
With how great Ease may then our Swords divide,  
That Knot, themselves already have untied?  
My only Grief it is alas! to see  
Our Foes will cost too cheap a Victory!  
Mistake not then, that you for Fight prepare,  
You go to Triumph, even without a War.  
Hast then, away, to all your Charges fly,  
With Honour Conquer, or with Honour Die.    

The Grand viziers Answer.  
Mighty Sultan,  

Whose Will to Understand,  
Is to Obey; whose Words all claim Command:  
Whose powerful Nod, or Sign, without the Noise  
Of Words, to us sufficient are for Laws,  
Which, in like Silence, each slave executes,  
As if he were the humblest of your Mutes.  
Such is your power; you fail not to Inspire  
Your Vassals to perform, what you Require:  
Your Army now no other strife does know,  
But who should greatest Sense of Duty show.  
Your Just Resolves approving with one Voice,  
They speak their glad Obedience in Applause;  
Which as an hopeful Omen does presage,  
They all as one Man, will your Foes engage,  
While they represent to their minds in hast  
The glorious Figures of successses past.  
Then paint those Scenes to Christian Eyes as plain,  
As they had former Battels fought again,  
Till fired with this Contemplative Review,  
Our Old Conquests, exceeded be by New.    
FINIS.   

LONDON, Printed for John Smith. 1683.