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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>THE DUTCH GAZETTE: <HI>OR,</HI> The Sheet of Wild-Fire, that Fired the DUTCH FLEET.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I'Le tell ye not of <HI>Etna's Flames,</HI> nor <HI>Troy's,</HI></L>
<L>That long agoe has fill'd the World with noi&s;e:</L>
<L>Nor of <HI>Romances,</HI> nor of <HI>Hi&s;tories,</HI></L>
<L>Done Ages long before, who&s;e Ob&s;equies</L>
<L>Were &s;ung by <HI>Laureate Pens;</HI> that which I tell,</L>
<L>The <HI>Storyes</HI> of the World can't parallel.</L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>Rupert</HI> I &s;ing, Duke <HI>Albemarle,</HI> and <HI>Homes,</HI></L>
<L>And of the re&s;t, that &s;ent tho&s;e to their homes,</L>
<L>Who&s;e <HI>Pride</HI> and <HI>Envy,</HI> Hell it &s;elf ('twas &s;uch)</L>
<L>Can't match, would you know who I mean, the <HI>Dutch.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Who had a Hundred &s;ixty Ships, and more,</L>
<L>Of <HI>Merchant-men,</HI> lay &s;leeping on their Shore,</L>
<L><HI>And never dreamt of danger,</HI> till we came,</L>
<L>And took them <HI>napping;</HI> Ask but <HI>Am&s;terdam,</HI></L>
<L>Who &s;tood Spectators there, and &s;aw their Sayles</L>
<L>Transform'd to <HI>Sheets</HI> of <HI>Wildfire,</HI> and tho&s;e Gales</L>
<L>That u&s;e to &s;well and &s;pread abroad their 'tire,</L>
<L>Serve now as <HI>Bellows</HI> to &s;et all on fire.</L>
<L>For <HI>Guinnae</HI> &s;ome, others for <HI>Ru&s;&s;ia</HI> bound,</L>
<L>Scarce one worth le&s;s than <HI>Fifteen thou&s;and Pound.</HI></L>
<L>Did you ne'r &s;ee the <HI>Winged Troop,</HI> that flies</L>
<L>From Flower to Flower, until their laden thighes</L>
<L>Force a retreat? Did you ne'r &s;ee them &s;trive,</L>
<L>Which &s;hould goe riche&s;t laden to his <HI>Hive?</HI></L>
<L>Ju&s;t &s;o each <HI>Souldier,</HI> in a pl<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">nteous mea&s;ure,</L>
<L>Has made his <HI>Cabb'n,</HI> a <HI>Cabinet</HI> of <HI>Trea&s;ure.</HI></L>
<L>Silks, Hollands, Silver-&s;poons, Plate, Cloth of Gold,</L>
<L>All had their choice to take what e're they would.</L>
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<LG>
<L>The&s;e are the <HI>Dutch,</HI> that did but th' other day</L>
<L>Make <HI>Bonefires</HI> o're their Land for Victorie,&mdash;</L>
<L>But never thought of &s;eeing <HI>This</HI> by Sea.&mdash;</L>
</LG>
<L>Where <HI>Helm</HI> and <HI>Rudder, Top, Top-&s;ayl,</HI> and all,</L>
<L>Within few hours to Du&s;t and A&s;hes fall.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Had but <HI>Will. Lilly</HI> &s;een this <HI>Blazing Comet,</HI></L>
<L>I'le lay my life it had <HI>portended</HI> Somewhat</L>
<L>Of <HI>&s;trange event,</HI> as he'd have made appear</L>
<L>In his <HI>Progno&s;tication</HI> for next Year.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>They'l <HI>block</HI> the Seas up, why then &s;o they &s;hall,</L>
<L><HI>No fitter Heads than theirs to do't withall;</HI></L>
<L>Where they may <HI>lay'um together,</HI> and <HI>coun&s;el</HI> take,</L>
<L><HI>How many Bonefires</HI> they had <HI>be&s;t</HI> to make.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now will I loo&s;e the Pinion of my Quill,</L>
<L>And dictate to my <HI>Mu&s;e</HI> a Word at will;</L>
<L>That <HI>Fame</HI> it &s;elf, that <HI>Herauld</HI> (and not I)</L>
<L>Shall &s;hew the <HI>Blazon</HI> of our Victory.</L>
<L>At which the World di&s;tracted &s;tands with fear,</L>
<L>And won't believe but that the <HI>Gods</HI> were there.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Great <HI>MONK</HI> &s;o <HI>thundered,</HI> that 'twas hard to &s;ay</L>
<L>Whether 'twas <HI>He,</HI> or <HI>Fate,</HI> that got the Day.</L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>Smith</HI> &s;ent &s;uch <HI>Thunderbolts</HI> as ne'r were madey</L>
<L>By <HI>Vulcan,</HI> &s;ince he fir&s;t wrought of his Trade;</L>
<L>Who gaz'd, but dur&s;t not come within a Shot,</L>
<L>For fear his other <HI>Legg</HI> had gone to <HI>Pott.</HI></L>
<L>'Twas <HI>Smith,</HI> who&s;e Sword &s;o often <HI>quench'd</HI> in Blood,</L>
<L>Return'd &s;o hard, as not to be with&s;tood.:</L>
<L><HI>Steel to the Hilt;</HI> this Proverb has he got,</L>
<L><HI>He ne'r &s;trikes &s;troke until the Iron's hot.</HI></L>
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<L>Had <HI>Goffe, Ben. John&s;on,</HI> or had <HI>Shake&s;pear</HI> been&mdash;</L>
<L><HI>Spectators</HI> there, &s;uch <HI>Acts</HI> they &s;hould have &s;een,&mdash;</L>
<L>As they ne'r <HI>acted</HI> in an <HI>Engli&s;h Scean:</HI>&mdash;</L>
</LG>
<L>The&s;e fought with Blows, they only cla&s;h'd in Words;</L>
<L>They fought with Foyls, but the&s;e with naked Swords.</L>
<L>Here &s;hould they've &s;een an angry Sea their <HI>Stage,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Cover'd</HI> with rolling Billows, Foam and Rage;</L>
<L>Now &s;unk to Hell, anon with Pride &s;o high,</L>
<L>As if it gave defiance to the Skie.</L>
<L>There &s;hould they've &s;een <HI>retiring Rooms</HI> of VVar,</L>
<L>Such <HI>Rooms</HI> as farr excells <HI>Romes Theater:</HI></L>
<L>A Gha&s;tful <HI>Scean,</HI> not <HI>Thebes,</HI> but <HI>Thetis</HI> VVomb,</L>
<L>VVherein the <HI>Actors</HI> did them&s;elves intomb.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Here dives a <HI>Corps,</HI> there &s;truggles one half dead;</L>
<L>Here &s;inks a <HI>Trunk</HI> cut &s;horter by the Head;</L>
<L>Here one 'twixt hope and fear thinks 'tis a dream;</L>
<L>And there another <HI>&s;trives again&s;t the &s;tream;</HI></L>
<L>Here dive a hundred <HI>Dutch</HI> into their Graves;</L>
<L>There dye as many <HI>'mbracing</HI> of the VVaves;</L>
<L>Here one turmoyls, and there another &s;trives,</L>
<L>Yet &s;carce two in a hundred &s;ave their lives.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Such <HI>Mu&s;ick</HI> as they had, had but <HI>Troy</HI> known,</L>
<L>'Twould quickly 've made the <HI>Grecians</HI> fled their Town.</L>
<L>Had poor <HI>&V;ly&s;&s;es</HI> heard but one <HI>broad-&s;ide,</HI></L>
<L>'T had made him quake, and been afraid to ride</L>
<L>The <HI>Grecian Hor&s;e,</HI> his wood'n <HI>Bucephalus</HI></L>
<L>Had been transform'd into a <HI>Pega&s;us.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Had <HI>Monk</HI> but <HI>Thunder'd</HI> at proud <HI>Babels</HI> VVall,</L>
<L><HI>Babels</HI> proud Battlements had got a fall:</L>
<L>Had th' <HI>Great Collo&s;&s;us</HI> &s;tood where he di&s;charges,</L>
<L>He'd <HI>veyl'd his Bonnet</HI> to our Boanarges.</L>
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<L>Th' <HI>Aegyptian Pyramid</HI> (who&s;e ma&s;&s;ie <HI>Tower,</HI></L>
<L>The Jawes of Time could never yet devour)</L>
<L>VVhen he di&s;charges, its proud <HI>Marbles</HI> mu&s;t</L>
<L>Lay down their pal&s;ey <HI>Heads</HI> within the Du&s;t.</L>
</LG>
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<L>Great Conquerours, could I your Worth indite,</L>
<L>The World unworthy were of what I'de wtite.</L>
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<L>Your <HI>&s;teely</HI> Souldiers too, I dare but name,</L>
<L>For fear I <HI>over-charge</HI> the <HI>Trump</HI> of <HI>Fame,</HI></L>
<L>That caus'd the World proverbially to &s;ay,</L>
<L>THEY <HI>fought like Engli&s;hmen,</HI> and wonn the Day.</L>
</LG>
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<L>Return, Great Conquerours, live Men of Mirrour,</L>
<L><HI>Englands</HI> chief Glory, but the <HI>Dutches</HI> Terrour.</L>
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<L>VVho have a <HI>Tromp</HI> too, but the VVorld's to blame,</L>
<L>If e're they take <HI>Him</HI> for the <HI>Trump</HI> of <HI>Fame.</HI></L>
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<TRAILER>Finis.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>Licen&s;ed</HI> Aug. 20. <HI>Roger L'E&s;trange. LONDON,</HI> Printed by <HI>T. Leach,</HI> in <HI>Shooe-Lane,</HI> 1666.</P>
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