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<NAME>Paul Schaffner</NAME>
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<HEAD>AN ANSWER To the French DECLARATION.</HEAD>
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<L>THE <HI>Heavens</HI> look big with wonder, and informe</L>
<L>Our Expectations of &s;ome pre&s;ent Storm.</L>
<L><HI>French, Dutch</HI> and <HI>Dane</HI> too, all at once? why then</L>
<L>'Tis time to &s;how that We are <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Men.</L>
<L>They &s;ay, at Foot-ball Three to one is odds;</L>
<L>But this is nothing, for the Cau&s;e is Gods.</L>
<L>Have at' em all, we care not where we come,</L>
<L>Since Gracious Heaven is reconcil'd at Home,</L>
<L>Courage brave BRITTANS then, We do no more</L>
<L>But fight with tho&s;e whom We have beat before.</L>
<L>And now methinks, much better may We, &s;ince</L>
<L>We fight for &s;uch an All accompli&s;ht Prince,</L>
<L>Who the World's Conque&s;t is as fair to get</L>
<L>As <HI>Alexander</HI> (like him&s;elf) the Great.</L>
<L>Talk not of Ten to One, pittiful &s;tory,</L>
<L>Alas the odds does but encrea&s;e the Glory:</L>
<L>Be&s;ides the <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> from their Ance&s;trie</L>
<L>Derive them&s;elves the heirs of Victory</L>
<L>Where &s;hould the Sons of Honour, if they die,</L>
<L>But in the Field, the bed of Honour lie?</L>
<L>The World will know, when time &s;hall &s;erve, we dare</L>
<L>Come out, and meet that <HI>Prince of Pitch and Tarre;</HI></L>
<L>Bring your Wind-&s;elling <HI>Laplanders</HI> too, do</L>
<L>Sure We &s;hall <HI>deal</HI> with ye, and <HI>board</HI> ye too;</L>
<L>And you will tell us, when this comes to pa&s;s</L>
<L>Your <HI>Bergen</HI> bu's'ne&s;s no &s;uch bargain was.</L>
<L><HI>Danes?</HI> We don't fear ye; come, ala&s;s ye know</L>
<L>Our Women beat ye once, and &s;o may now.</L>
<L>Nor value we that Kingdom of <HI>Kick &s;hawes,</HI></L>
<L>We come not to receive, but give them Lawes;</L>
<L>We &s;hall provide 'em &s;uch a <HI>Frigaze</HI></L>
<L>Of Legs and Armes they'l &s;carce be glad to &s;ee.</L>
<L>They now mu&s;t under&s;tand with whom they cope,</L>
<L>A <HI>mighty Prince,</HI> and not a <HI>Myter'd Pope;</HI></L>
<L>One that will otherwi&s;e the matter handle,</L>
<L>With Glittering Sword, and not <HI>Bell, Book</HI> and <HI>Candle:</HI></L>
<L>One that &s;hall Anathematize ye wor&s;e,</L>
<L>Not to pronounce but execute your Cur&s;e:</L>
<L>He'l bring ye <HI>Jeggerie</HI> home to your door:</L>
<L>In&s;tead of <HI>Bulls</HI> you'l hear his Canons roar;</L>
<L>And I make bold to tell ye in the clo&s;e</L>
<L>Although no <HI>Popes,</HI> we'l make ye ki&s;s our <HI>Toes.</HI></L>
<L>An <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Monarch <HI>(Moun&s;ieur)</HI> no new thing,</L>
<L>Has &s;ent his Son to fetch him a <HI>French</HI> King:</L>
<L>If ye &s;u&s;pect, or &s;cruple our report,</L>
<L>Enquire at <HI>Poictiers, Cre&s;&s;ie, Agin-Court,</HI></L>
<L>That place never to be forgotten, where</L>
<L>The Pri&s;oners more then we that took'em were:</L>
<L>The <HI>French</HI> &s;hall know it too, as we advance,</L>
<L>'Tis We, not they, fight for the <HI>King</HI> of <HI>France.</HI></L>
<L>Ye boa&s;t of Gold and Silver, and &s;uch &s;tuffe,</L>
<L>We'l bring ye Pockets for it &s;ure enough.</L>
<L>And if we meet ye on the foaming &s;ource</L>
<L>VVe'l have a word or too of <HI>deep</HI> Di&s;cour&s;e.</L>
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<L>A fig for <HI>France</HI> or any that accords</L>
<L>VVith tho&s;e <HI>Low-Country</HI> Leather-Apern <HI>Lords.</HI></L>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for the <HI>Author,</HI> 1665/6.</P>
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