English Puritan & Reformed

Essay on the Victory Against the Dutch

Robert Wild (1609-1679) · 770 words · 3 min

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AN ESSAY Upon the late VICTORY obtained by His Royal Highness the Duke of York, Against the DUTCH, upon June 3. 1665.

By the Author of Iter Boreale.

        GOUT! I conjure thee by the powerful Names
       
        Of
        
         CHARLES
        
        and
        
         JAMES,
        
        and their victorious
Fames,
       
        On this great Day set all thy Prisoners free,
       
        (Triumphs command a Goal-Delivery)
       
        Set them all free, leave not a limping Toe
       
        From my
        
         Lord Chancellors
        
        to mine below;
       
        Unless thou givest us leave this day to dance,
       
        Thou'rt not th' old Loyal Gout, but comest from
        
         France.
        
        'It is done, my grief obeys the Sovereign Charms,
       
        I feel a Bonfire in my joints, which warms
       
        And thaws the frozen jelly; I am grown
       
        Twenty years younger; Victory hath done
       
        What puzzled Physic: Give the
        
         Dutch
        
        a Rout,
       
         Probatum est,
        
        'twill cure an
        
         English
        
        Gout.

        Come then, put nimble Socks upon my Feet,
       
        They shall be
        
         Skippers
        
        to our
        
         Royal Fleet,
        
        Which now returns in dances on our Seas,
       
        A Conqueror above
        
         Hyperbole's.
        
        A Sea which with
        
         Bucephalus
        
        doth scorn
       
        Less than an
        
         Alexander
        
        should be born
       
        On her proud Back; but to a Loyal Rein
       
        Yields foaming Mouth, and bends her curled Main:
       
        And conscious that she is too strait a stage
       
        For
        
         Charles
        
        to act on, swelled with Loyal Rage,
       
        Urgeth the
        
         Belgic
        
        and the
        
         Gallick
        
        shore
       
        To yield more room, Her Master must have more.
       
        Ungrateful Neighbors! 'twas our kinder Isle,
       
        With Her own Blood, made Your
        
         Geneva
        
        Style
       
        Writ in small Print [Poor States and sore perplexed]
       
        Swell to the [
        
         HIGH AND MIGHTY LORD'S
        
        ] in Text;
       
        And can ye be such Snakes to sting that Breast,
       
        Which in Your Winter gave You Warmth and Rest?
       
        Poor
        
         Flemish Frogs,
        
        if Your Ambition thirst
       
        To swell to
        
         English
        
        Greatness, You will burst.
       
        Could You believe Our Royal Head would fail
       
        To Nod those down who fell before our Tail?
       
        Or could Your
        
         Amsterdam
        
        by her commands,
       
        Make
        
         London
        
        carry Coals to warm her Hands?
       
        A bold Attempt! Pray practice it no more;
       
        We saved our Coals, yet gave you fire good store.
       
        It is enough; The righteous Heavens have now
       
        Judge'd the Grand Quarrel betwixt us and you.
       
        The Sentence is—The Surface must be ours,
       
        But for the bottom of the Sea, 'tis yours:
       
        Thither your
        
         Opdam
        
        with some thousands, are
       
        Gone down to take possession of your share.

        Methinks I hear great
        
         Triton
        
        sound a Call,
       
        And through th' affrighted Ocean summon all
       
        His scaly Regiments, to come and take
       
        Part of that
        
         Feast
        
        which
        
         Charles
        
        Their King doth make;
       
        Where they may glut Revenge, quit the old score,
       
        And feed on those who fed on them before;
       
        Whom when they have digested, who can find
       
        Whether they are fish, or flesh, or what's their Kind?
       
         Van-God, Van-Ling, Van-Herring
        
        will be cried
       
        About their Streets; All Fish, so
        
         Dutchified.
        
        Their States may find their
        
         Capers
        
        in their Dish,
       
        And meet their
        
         Admirals
        
        in Butter'd Fish.
       
        Thus they'll imbody, and increase their Crew;
       
        A cunning way to make each Dutch-man two.
       
        And on themselves, they now must feed or fast;
       
        Their Herring Trade is brought unto its
        
         Last.

        To the KING.
       
        GReat Sir, Belov'd of God and Man, admit
       
        My Loyal zeal to run before my Wit.
       
        This is my Pens miscarriage, not a Birth;
       
        Her haste hath made her bring blind Puppies forth.
       
        My aims in this attempt, are to provoke,
       
        And kindle flames more Noble, by my smoke;
       
        My wisp of Straw may set great Wood on Fire,
       
        And my weak Breath Your Organs may inspire.
       
        Amongst those Flags y' have taken from the Dutch,
       
        Command your
        
         Denham
        
        to hang up his Crutch:
       
        He is a man both of his Hands and Feet,
       
        And with great Numbers can Your Navy meet,
       
        His quicker Eye Your Conquest can survey;
       
        His Hand,
        
         York
        
        's Temples Crown with flourishing Bay,
       
         Waller
        
        (great
        
         Poet
        
        and true
        
         Prophet
        
        too)
       
        Whose curious Pencil in Rich Colours drew
       
        The Type of this grand Triumph for your view,
       
        (The Fishers (like their Herrings) bleeding new)
       
        With the same Hand shall give the World the sights
       
        Of what it must expect when
        
         England
        
        Fights.
       
        That Son and Heir of
        
         Pindars
        
        Muse and Fame,
       
        Your modest
        
         Cowley,
        
        with Your Breath will flame,
       
        And make those
        
         Belgic Beasts,
        
        who live, aspire
       
        To fall Your Sacrifice in his pure Fire.
       
        He shall proclaim Our
        
         JAMES
        
        great
        
         Neptune
        
        's Wonder.
       
        And, like a
        
         Jove,
        
        Fighting in Clouds and Thunder.

Licensed

June 16. 1665.

ROGER L'ESTRANGE.

Lindon, Printed by A. Maxwell for Fabian Stedman, at his shop in St. Dunstans Church-yard in Fleetstreet, 1665.