PEACE CONCLUDED AND TRADE REVIVED IN An Honourable Peace betwixt the English and Dutch, &c.  

united now in one, all discords cease,  
The Gentrys quiet, Farmers joy, and Trades increase.   

HAil happy peace, which doth in one Cement  
Divided Islands to the Contenent;  
Making the air more clear, weather more pleasant  
Sweet Angel, beauty, Sacred Peace, Heavens present  
Patron of Arts, of good the special spring;  
All hail( dear Peace) which so much good dost bring,   

O that I had a quill plucked from the wing.  
Of Venus Doves, how I thy praise would sing.  
Sweet sacred Peace, who can enough thee praise,  
Which to an Iron age bringst golden dayes.  
The Drum's now silenced, Bellona is fled,  
And hurtful Arms a happy Peace has bread:  
Plenty and Peace do kindly kiss each other,  
And Mars appeased sits down by Cupids Mother  
The thundering Cannon which did use ro roar,  
And ring alarms to the neighbouring shore,  
Shall now no more discharge their murdering shot  
And make such store of flesh the fishes lot.  
No more shall the shrill Trumpet sound the knell,  
And unto thousands be the passing Bell;  
Muskets and pikes shall both neglected lie,  
And more by Venus then by Mars shall die.   

Trades men rejoice, whole streams of wealth shall flow,  
Into your shops, such good from Peace doth grow.  
London now ruinous shall mount his head,  
Whose famed through all the worlds great orb shall spread,  
Peace bringeth Plenty, Plenty buildings raises,  
Who then of peace can speak sufficient praises.   

Now Belgia and Albion shake hands.  
Strongly conjoined together in Loves bands,  
Bones broken, joined together stronger grow,  
I hope England and Holland will do so.   

Of killing Swords who might first Author be  
Sure a steel heart and bloody mind had he,  
Mankinds destruction so to bring about  
And Death with bloody horror to find out;  
More lovely Peace which sheweth no such things,  
But all content with profit to us brings.   

And now fanatics who did hope to rise  
By our divisions, see where your hopes now lies?  
Henceforth learn to obey, seek not to mount  
By others fall, you fall by that account;  
In vain ye think by jealousies and fears  
To sett's again together by the ears  
For this we know for truth assuredly  
If foreign wars be bad; Civil worse be;  
They are a Stem of a most Viperous brood,  
Whose sole delight is in their Countries blood;  
Base bloody cannibals, whose hungry Zeal  
Devours heir Countries welfare at a meal.  
But now I hope those dismal Clouds are past,  
Which our Horizon late so overcast:  
Peace and her handmaid plenty both attend  
Our happy Coasts, good luck on us to sand,  
And may all those who at our Peace repined  
On misery and affliction sup and dine.  
All those who at this Prayer snapps or snarls,  
I wish unto them all this curse of Quarls.   

That all the World may hear them curse and cry  
Who loves no Peace, in Peace shall never die.   
With Allowance.   

LONDON, Printed by Peter Lillycrap, 1667.