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 eng Great Britain -- History -- James II, 1685-1688 -- Poetry. eebo A Poem in defiance to the Dutch n/a 1688 1 911 2 0 0 0 0 0 21.95 C The rate of 21.95 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2014-06 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-09 Sampled and proofread 2014-09 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A POEM In DEFIANCE to the DUTCH . ROb'd of our Rights ? and by such water-rats ? We 'l doff their Heads if they wo'nt doff their Hats . Affront too Hogen-Mogen to endure ! 't is time to box these Butter-Boxes sure . If they the Flags undoughted right deny us ? Who wo'nt stricke to us , must be stricken 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 't is good , Not to omit the fall , but let them Blood . Rouse then Heroick Brittains , 't is 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 'um , as we did Opdam of the Gout . And when i' th bottom of the Sea they come , They 'l have enough of Mare Liberum . Our Brandisht 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 Belgick Banners Last Fight , almost as ragged as their Manners Might have perswaded 'em to better things , Then be so sawcy 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 bin . 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 , We'd find 'em Frames at Tyburn , or else where . The next they Draw , be it their Admirals Transpecitated into Fynnes and Seales ; 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 pitties 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 , — Beleve 'um not , nay , tho you 'd swear there dead . The Dutch are stubbern , and will yield not frute , Till , like the Wallnut-Tree ye beat 'um to 't .
To the KING . I See an Age , when after some few years , And Revolutions of the slow pac'd Sphears ; These days shall be 'bove others far esteem'd , And like the Worlds great Conquerers be deem'd . The Names of Coesar , and feign'd 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 Mare Clausum ; Gaurd her Pearly Shore . The Lyons 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 thundring 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 thy Self , 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 may'st Thou be desir'd ; Of Holland feard , and by the World Admir'd ; 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 Heav'n . FINIS .

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