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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B06323) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 179700) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English Books, 1641-1700 ; 2797:4) Two royal achrostichs on the Dutch in the ditch 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [London : 1672?] In verse. Caption title. Imprint from Wing. In two columns, each with its own acrostic: one on "Dieu et mon droit", the other on "Honi soit qui mal y pense." Reproduction of the original in the Bodleian Library. eng Dutch War, 1672-1678 -- Poetry. Acrostics -- England -- 17th century. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo Two royal achrostichs on the Dutch in the ditch. [no entry] 1672 1 818 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-02 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-03 Sampled and proofread 2008-10 Rekeyed and resubmitted 2010-01 Sampled and proofread 2010-05 Rekeyed and resubmitted 2010-06 Sampled and proofread 2010-06 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2011-06 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
TWO ROYAL ACHROSTICHS ON The Dutch in the Ditch .
DIEV ET MON DROIT . DRive , Devil drive , the Drunken Dutch are thine , For thou hast leave to enter into Swine . Into the Main amain , the leading Boor Did headlong run , the rest bin al verloor ; Even the very Pigs are grown Sea-sick , Ask them how long , they cry a Week , a Week , V antrump did cast their Waters , and did say , They could not live , except they ran away . E vertse put from Sea , as loth to lag , Seeing the High and Mighty Top-sails Flag . T riumph , Revenge did follow them so close , Their Purge was strong , work'd with so small a Dose M iin Heer oh cry'd the Vulgar , Charity , Or else miin Vrouw I never more shall see . Oh Royal Charls and Katharine , Royal Oke , If Iames command their Norway Masts are broke No Christian sure will ever aid the Turk , Or help such Iews to set the Dee'l a work . D runken the Swine were drown'd in English lost The Gaderens perswade to leave the Coast. Ride Admiral Brave James , let them not peep , Or have a Ship to sail 'twixt Deel or Deep ; Or if they have , ne'r let them want for Rope , For they have need since their main stays are broke Indeed their hearts , & since they delt with French , They got a Clap , but 'twas not by a Wench ; Twas by a Prince like Jove , whose thunder's such Frightned the Frogs from Bank to the low Dutch , Yet If they'l venter out into the Main , Our English Neptune there still holds the Rein. Though Famouth , Portland noble blood did spill , They have their Honour , we our Sandwich still . God and my Right is what belongs to Kings , God will assert his Right , ( when such poor things As cast off Sovereign Power , and ungrate , Think God is pleased to be serv'd in State , Shall fly before the Sound of Charls and James , And in their Flight shall keep to make Vpdams And when they know their Damages and loss , Let them put something down for Ben's Madross ,
HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE . HOist up your high & mighty Top-sails Hogens Your one and twenty Flag-ships , mighty Mogens . O pdam's Gout's cur'd , Trumps backward , yet can't find No ready cure , although he courts the wind : No ease he finds , his pain is grown so much , Their Doctors swear wind Collick kill'd the Dutch Yet it is strange they had so little Wind , That you could hardly hear them Trump behind S even Provinces at once set on the stocks , Sure they were drunk , else they had felt their knocks . Oh las ! a drunken body feels no harm , Much less a State their Brandy kept them warm Indeed 'twas pity that with t'other seven The Provinces wa'nt there to make them even . Those and seven more would drink the Ocean dry , Since 1 Fire-ship did make the Herings fry . Quench wel your thirst with Brandy once again 'T will make you broil like fish , yet feel no pain ; Unless you can repent , and then God may Receive your souls , although you loose the day . Into the Texel , out again , fie , fie , Doth it not shame your Admirals to flie , Most High and Mighty Courtenair and Scramp Trying to swim , were taken by a Cramp . Ah there to swim is dang'rous , learn De Wit , Hold up your head , and trust no more your feet . Lost your Orania , lose not Orange too , You know not what a Gracious Prince can do ; Your sunk already , but if like Boys you rise , 'T will be to shew but where your Anchor lies . Pay Caesar's due , and God will make you bolder , The States must bow unto the States State-holder . E vil is still to them that evil think , Pray when you fight again don't fight in drink . Ne'r think you can prevail upon those Waters , That is so easily rul'd by England's Garters . S overeigns at Sea ride Admirals , States With our Rump have quite worn out their dates E ngland's Neptune in her Narrow Seas , Can reach your Indies where & when he please Come help to save your stingy lost De Ruyter , Or you must bow that stoop to kiss the Crupper .