LUCIFER fallen, OR, Some Reflections on the Present Estate of the LOW-COUNTRIES.  

OH I could break my Spleen, to see them bow  
And make Grimaces like Jack-Puddings now:  
To see their swelling High, and trebly Great,  
Dwindle into a poor Distressed State:  
Their Pageantry discovered, and they be  
In a true sense called Low Germany.  
As High before as could Ambition rear  
We'll have them now as low as is Despair.   

This State was Dropsical sunk with its weight  
And with ill Humours swelled too big and great.  
It had too much Sea-Water in't, yet we  
Tap'd the Disease, and brought recovery.  
They were grown great, the wondering World surmis'd  
There some strange birth was in that bulk comprised  
We shew'd the World the Cheat, and made them see  
All their great Hopes was but a Tympany.   

Brave English Doctors! now 'tis understood  
For th●ir Disease Phlebotomy is good.  
Our Guns prove sovereign Remedies, and do  
Both sand them Pills and Physick-Powder too.  
But they have lost so much Blood, are grown so weak,  
They've got Convulsions, and begin to quake.  
They from their boggy Land the custom get,  
Which never had its former soundness yet,  
Since D'Alva struck it with a Palsy-fit.   

Bold riches were they that had no defence,  
Nothing to guard them, but their Confidence.  
That have no Spirits, but only those of Wine,  
And when those once are spent, then theirs decline.  
The Podex of the World; and yet they dare  
Against the Head their lofty Treasons bear.  
We sent them packing; and a man may tell,  
They've the least Journey in the World to Hell.  
extremes are violent; what though they be  
From little Sprats turned the great Sharks of th'sea.  
What though they quickly like a Mush'room grow  
As Natures meanest Products always do.  
Yet must they needs the spacious World excel?  
Or What is more, our English parellel?  
Poor Fools! How they mistake, alas we know  
Those that are quick of growth, are short-lived too.  
Th' Oak lives some hundred years before its prime;  
The boggy Willow dies oft in that time.  
Stars fall, and have their hidden fates:  
Kingdoms and Empires have their certain dates.  
All things have Periods, and must these be  
The only men that laugh at Destiny.  
My Augury mistakes then, 'tis no Land,  
Where a perpetual endless State may stand;  
No everlasting Rocks to build upon,  
But an uncertain soft Foundation.  
The Giants once struck at the Heavenly Powers,  
They fell by Jove's great Thunder, These by Ours.   

Couch, and be humble, your own weakness know;  
Bubbles if touched, like you, prove nothing too.  
Pull down your Crests, your Lions Couchant now.  
Our English Cocks can crow, and fright him too.  
You've King'd it long enough, the Play is o'er,  
Leave your disguise, turn Fishermen once more  
'tis but in vain to strive, it is your fate  
To sit at th' Helm of Ships, not Helm of State.  
Lower and lower still; O we know how  
To make your haughty Hogen Mogen bow.  
Kneel and be humble, we must have your fall.  
We've used your Hands, now must have Knees and all.  
Come know yourselves; a Maxim old and good,  
Though by your proud ones 'tis not understood.  
We'll learn you Morrals, and your ethics show,  
And to Superiors better manners too.  
Come veil your Topsails, those that are ill bread,  
And will not daugh their Hats, we'll daugh their Head.  
Shrink in your heads, a Tempest is here, th'High  
Are the object of the Tempests Tyranny:  
The Cedars torn, the gentle Reeds escape  
By their submission from the furious Rape.   

Be wise and humble, and t' avoid the stroke  
Fly for your shelter to the English Oak.