THE OLD EXCHANGE TO THE New Stadt-house: OR, The Frogs are in Fear that the Sun should mary.  
In nova fert animus mutatas dicere formas Corpora.  Ovid Metam. 
Printed in the Year 1667. for F. C. near the Bridge.  
Price 1 d.   

The old Exchange to the new Stadt House, &c.  

LOW Country Provinces, united Bogs,  
Once distressed States, now Hogen Mogen Frogs;  
Royal and Noble interest gone, Command;  
Grown formidable both at Sea and Land:  
Who but a Century of Years before  
Dabbled in Fishing, despicably Poor,  
In seamless Vessels, Troughs, cut out of Logs,  
catched W●●ting-Mops; now Gogs and Gog-magogs,  
In stately Pines new Constellations raise,  
Ploughing ●p ●illow Two and Thirty Ways;  
Through boiling Brine, through Cakes of crusted Ice,  
For Gold and Silver, Ivory, oil, and Spice;  
What Straights, gulfs, treading Days, spare they to pierce,  
By Water to take in the Universe?  
Are they with Force not able to Invade?  
No Matter; they'll undo the World by Trade.  
Four Frogs, two Tod-pols, and one greasy Toad,  
Deep freighted Bottoms bear from Road to Road.   

Whom now a consternating panic Fear  
Dejected much: The Sun will wed they hear;  
The News from India, worse than Plague or War,  
Brought and attested by the blazing Star.  
To Pigmy Inches these gigantic Frogs,  
Pale Terror shrunk; summoned from all the Bogs,  
hoping or Crawling they in Clusters came,  
Up to their Prime Morrass, their greatest dam.   

There the new Stadt-House stands built fair and large,  
For their own Profit, but the People's charge;  
Where they in all Emergencies of State,  
Or private Business in Convention sate:   

No Portico this modern Building faced,  
Within no ancient Princes Figures graced;  
Nor Grandfires with their Nets, such were too Poor  
To stand with Bosoms there behind the Door,  
Who for their own Good Old Cause Martyrs died  
By Hemp, or by more Realous Faggots tried,  
But Gods and Goddesses in Marble carved,  
Or finely Painted, which the Heathen served,  
In all the Nieches, each convenient Place  
In ston or Tables the fair Structure Grace;  
But yet for all their Skill, these B— k Toads  
Made Upsie D—h— h Heroes, graecian Gods.  
Early his Day assembled Old and Young,  
The Dam they cover, and the Stadt-House throng,  
Silence commanded, not one whispering Croak,  
An old Sag-bellied Toad rising, thus spoken.   

Grave Hogen Mogen, High and Mighty Frogs?  
Whose Care and Prudence fertiliz'd the Bogs,  
And so improved these your United States,  
Princes to Beard, and be with Kings Cope Mates,  
Though we from Mushrooms sprung, and Spawn of Toads,  
Like Palaces are now our fair Aboads;  
When through B●ack Waters, and a salt Morass,  
We in cut Trenches safe at pleasure pass,  
From Damn to Damn, and Time with Talk beguile  
ourselves and Goods landing, 'thout Care or toil;  
From which new Water-works more Rent you raise  
Then from rank Acres, where fat Oxen graze,   

But what of the Improvements will become?  
The Sun will wed, and Nuptials keep at home:  
Whom Laws of Gods and Men allow a Year  
From war or travail, with his fair compear;  
His Absence will our Marshes in a Trice  
To Crystal turn a never thawing Ice.  
Or should we scape such a continued Frost  
As girdles up nine Months the Artick cost,  
His teeming Spouse may yet produce a Son  
Shall quiter out of the Beaten zodiac run,  
So unexperienced drive his Father's Chair,  
That soon to fire he'll rarefie the Air,  
Water and Earth to Dust and Ashes turn,  
And all in one new Conflagration burn   

They tell how Phaeton our ample Bogs,  
To Jelly boiled; stewed Tod-pods, Toads and Frogs  
In one Pottage, and Pluto gave, who swore  
He never tasted Broth so Rich before.  
Many such Yonkors may spring from his loins,  
And share his Houses twelve celestial signs;  
And they may wed have Sons, and Daughters too:  
What in this Imminent Danger shall we do!  
To what Protector shall we make address?  
All know that Neptune this concerns no less;  
Such drinking Sons may at one Meeting Quaff,  
If he had twenty Plumbless Oceans off.  
Him to implore lay by next Sabbath Day,  
We're no such Jews, nor Christians but we may:  
He heard us lately when a swelling Tide  
embodied, threatened o'er our towers to ride;  
And soon as moved, with his great Trident came,  
Beats of green Reg'ments stormed our yielding Dame,  
Which had they battered but nine Inches higher,  
We had not lived ruin to fear by Fire.   

This said, Oh wondrous! the Foundations quake,  
And the stiff Idols, fixed in Marble, Shake;  
When Neptune, where he did in Triumph ride  
On a rich Shell, his Cheeks fresh Sanguine died,  
His Trident waving then with Arms displayed,  
Thus to the great Convention wondering said.   

Batavian Frogs, advanced by me sole Power  
Whom Jove first planted from a Thunder Shower,  
Fear not the Sun, nor at his offspring shake:  
To the last drop I'll drain my ample Lake,  
My watery Kingdoms Laver into Suds,  
To quench their Torches; to the Stygian Floods  
I'll Titan sand, and all his fiery Titts,  
To light their Lamps, and to regain their Wits.  
Lay idle Fears aside, he'll never Wed,  
Nor plant a Female in a flaming Bed.  
Suspect no Confilgrations from the East;  
But a new Sun now rising in the West;  
His flames beware, make Peace or arm with speed;  
You more than all the Elements with need:  
Call our Supernal, Call th' infernal List,  
Both Gods and Fiends to weak are to resist.  
He Threatens my large Arms to bind in Chains,  
And now at home a● second Heptune reigns;  
Who three great Nations sways, and two fair Isles,  
His People Ruler of the Ocean Stiles.   

This said, their God grows pale, Limbs stiff and could,  
Trembling with fear, Shrunk in their Marble mould.   

MORAL.  
Est nihil asperius quam humilis quam surgit in altum.   

Princes beware to aid a growing State,  
Lest they be first that give you the check Mate.  
Wealth and success turns humbleness to pride:  
Beggars on Horseback to the Devil ride.   
FINIS.