A POEM In DEFIANCE to the DUTCH.  

robbed of our Rights? and by such water-rats?  
We'l doff their Heads if they superabundant doff their Hats.  
Affront too Hogen-Mogen to endure!  
'tis time to box these Butter-Boxes sure.  
If they the Flags undoughted right deny us?  
Who superabundant stricke to us, must be strike by us.  
A crow of Boars, and Sooterkins, that know  
Themselves, they to our Blood and Valour owe.  
Did we for this knock of their Spannish Fetters,  
To make 'em able to abuse their betters;  
If at this rate the rave, I think 'tis good,  
Not to omit the fall, but let them Blood.   

Rouse then heroic Brittains, 'tis not words  
But Wounds, must work with Leather-Apron Lords.  
Sinc● they are deaf, to them your meaning break,  
With mouths of Brass, that words of Iron speak;  
I hope we shall to purpose the next hout  
Cure 'em, as we did Opdam of the Gout.  
And when i'th bottom of the Sea they come,  
They'l have enough of mere Liberum.  
Our brandished steel, tho now they seem so tall,  
Shall make 'em lower then Low-Country fall.  
But they'l ere long come to themselves you'l see,  
When we in earnest are at Snick-a-snee.  
When once the Boars perceive our Swords are drawn,  
And we converting are those Boars to Brawn.   

Methinks the Ruin of their belgic Banners  
Last Fight, almost as ragged as their Manners  
Might have persuaded 'em to better things,  
Then be so saucy to their betters, KINGS.  
Is it of Wealth they are so Proud become?  
JAMES has a Wain I hope to fetch it home,  
And with it pay Himself His just Arrears,  
Of Fishing-Tribute for this hundred Years.  
That we may say, as all the Store comes in,  
The Dutch, a lass, have but our Factors been.  
They Fathom Sea and Land, we when we please,  
Have both the Indles brought to our own Seas.  
For rich, and proud, they bring in Ships by shoals,  
And then we humble them to save their Souls.   

Pox of their Pictures, if we had 'em hear,  
weed find 'em Frames at Tyburn, or else where.  
The next they Draw, be it their Admirals  
Transpecitated into Fynnes and seals;  
Or, which would do as well, draw if they please,  
Opdam, with the seven sinking Provinces;  
Or draw their Captains from the conquering Mane,  
First beaten home, then beaten back again;  
And after this so just, tho fatal strife,  
Draw their Dead Boars again unto the L●●●,  
Lastly, remember, to prevent all Laughter,  
Drawing goes first, but Hanging follows after.  
If then Lampooning thus be their undoing,  
Who pities them, that purchase their own ruin?  
Or will hereafter trust their Treachereies,  
Until they leave their Heads for Hostages.  
For, as the Proverb has of Women said,—  
believe 'em not, nay, tho you'd swear there dead.  
The Dutch are stubbern, and will yield not fruit,  
Till, like the Wallnut-Tree ye beat 'em to't.   

To the KING.  

I See an Age, when after some few years,  
And Revolutions of the slow paced spheres;  
These days shall be 'bove others far esteemed,  
And like the Worlds great conquerors be deemed.  
The Names of caesar, and feigned Paladine,  
Grav'n in Times surley brows, in wrinkled-Time,  
Shall by this Princes Name be past as far,  
As Meteors are by the Idalian Star:  
For to Great Brittains Isle thou shalt restore  
Her mere Clausum; guard her Pearly Shore.  
The lions Passant of Dutch Bands shalt free,  
To the true owner of the Lilles three.  
The Seas shall shrink, shake shall the spacious Earth,  
And tremble in her Chamber, like pale Death.  
Thy thundering Cannons shall proclaim to all  
Great Brittain's Glory, and proud Hollands fall.   

Run on brave Prince thy course in Glory's way,  
The end the life, the evening Crowns the day.  
Reap Worth on Worth, and strongly sore above  
Those heights which made the World Thee first to Love.  
Surmount thyself, and make thy Actions past  
Be but as Gleams or Lightnings of thy last.  
Let them exceed those of Thy younger time;  
As far as Autumn doth the Flowry-prime;  
So ever Gold and Bays Thy Brow adorn;  
So never Time may see Thy Rase out worn.  
So of Thine own still mayst Thou be desired;  
Of Holland feared, and by the World admired;  
Till Thy great Deeds all former deeds surmount:  
Thou'st quel'd the Nimrods of our Hellespont.  
So may His high Exploits at last make even  
With Earth His Honour, Glory with the heaven.   
FINIS.    

LONDON, Printed for W. S. in the Year 1688.