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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<HEAD>The Dutch Armado A meer Bravado. A POEM upon the Late Engagement at Sea.</HEAD>
<BYLINE>By the Author of the Dutch <HI>Embargo.</HI></BYLINE>
<Q>Non nos ampullas.&mdash;</Q>
<LG>
<L>AFter a &s;trict <HI>Embargo</HI> on Their Fleet,</L>
<L>The <HI>Dutch</HI> inrag'd with <HI>Brandy-valour</HI> meet:</L>
<L>Like a deaf <HI>Fidler,</HI> tedious, large and long;</L>
<L>Who&s;e tuning takes up more time than his Song:</L>
<L>Or like a thick rim'd Bull, when Goads and Stroaks</L>
<L>His &s;ullen Humor into Rage provokes.</L>
<L>In <HI>Cre&s;cent form</HI> the furious <HI>Turks</HI> began,</L>
<L>Re&s;olv'd t'appear, at lea&s;t half Chri&s;tian.</L>
<L>But &s;oon the <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> broke the <HI>Belgick Bow:</HI></L>
<L>(May the <HI>Venetian</HI> break the <HI>Ottoman</HI> &s;o.)</L>
<L>Both Parties mixt, maintain a Noble &s;trife,</L>
<L>To purcha&s;e Vict'ry with the &s;ale of Life:</L>
<L>Guns, like their Hearts, with national heats in&s;pir'd,</L>
<L>The airy Arch into an Oven fir'd.</L>
<L>The &s;ing'd Birds to the upper Region fly</L>
<L>For cool Protection, or i'th' lower dye.</L>
<L>The Fi&s;h down to the boyling bottoms &s;hrink,</L>
<L>And there like <HI>Dutch,</HI> for Water Brandy drink.</L>
<L>Vex'd Canons, like <HI>Perillus</HI> Engine, roar</L>
<L>And with import'nate violence &s;eem t' implore,</L>
<L>Heaven to decide &s;o vocal a conte&s;t,</L>
<L>In &s;uch fair and Illu&s;trious Colours dre&s;t.</L>
<L>Had this been (Ages &s;ince) a <HI>Roman</HI> Wonder,</L>
<L>'T had taught their Ethnick <HI>Jove</HI> new Modes of Thun|der.</L>
<L>The <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> tir'd with the lea&s;t Interval,</L>
<L>For a more expeditious Conflict call:</L>
<L>Re&s;olv'd at length (as the Old Story goes,</L>
<L>The <HI>Romans</HI> &s;erv'd their <HI>Carthaginian</HI> Foes)</L>
<L>To Grapple in clo&s;e Fight, make the <HI>Dutch</HI> &s;tand</L>
<L>As firm at Sea, as if they fought on Land.</L>
<L>The <HI>Mon&s;ieur</HI> (who devoted his fine Blood</L>
<L>Not to the <HI>Holland</HI> cau&s;e, but Neighbour-hood.)</L>
<L>Was at a lo&s;&s;e, with tortur'd eye-brows gaz'd,</L>
<L>Never at any Mi&s;tri&s;s &s;o amaz'd.</L>
<L>Frolick at fir&s;t, as if he came to hunt</L>
<L>For Mer-maids, but met no venereal brunt:</L>
<L>(<HI>Venus</HI> was gone, and lay in <HI>Mars</HI> his Arms;</L>
<L>As Fortune did i'th' <HI>Dukes,</HI> with Nobler charms)</L>
<L>Mu&s;t &s;tand or fall; things he's not us'd to do,</L>
<L>Can He but run with <HI>&s;ix Legs</HI> or with two.</L>
<L>Fir'd over board the <HI>Poor petit French-man,</HI></L>
<L>Frisk like a Flounder lep't from frying Pan.</L>
<L>Now Muskets more Blood than the Canons &s;pill,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t Swords, &s;ome Dutch with meer reflections kill.</L>
<L>Both &s;ides engage with free expence of breath;</L>
<L>As &s;worn to conquer not their Foes, but death.</L>
<L><HI>Opdam</HI> falls like a grave Judge from his Chair,</L>
<L>Is after coach'd in Flames into the Air.</L>
<L><HI>Lepanto's</HI> force, compar'd to this dread &s;ight,</L>
<L>Was a faint skirmi&s;h, or a painted fight.</L>
<L>Two oppo&s;ite Religions &s;truggled there;</L>
<L>Chri&s;tian with Turk, Chri&s;tian with Chri&s;tian here:</L>
<L>Prote&s;tant with Prote&s;tant, a wor&s;e Fight</L>
<L>Than <HI>Bell</HI> and <HI>Dragon, Pope</HI> and <HI>Hugonite.</HI></L>
<L>When two cro&s;s Elements for Ma&s;tery &s;trive,</L>
<L>One dyes, that &s;o the other may &s;urvive:</L>
<L>So kinder di&s;tance oft a quarrel ends,</L>
<L>Continued by Antipathy of Friends.</L>
<L><HI>Opdam</HI> thus blown up in both Navies eye,</L>
<L>(That Giant of the <HI>Dutch Theomachy</HI>)</L>
<L>Loath to give up at once their boa&s;ted might,</L>
<L>The <HI>Hollanders</HI> like wary <HI>Parthians</HI> fight:</L>
<L>At length (as night to day) are forc'd to yield,</L>
<L>And quit their Stations in the Liquid Field.</L>
<L>While the a&s;toni&s;h'd Sea in horrour &s;tood,</L>
<L>Di&s;coloured with two tinctures, Flames and Blood.</L>
<L>There might you &s;ee di&s;member'd men appear,</L>
<L>Floating in &s;hoals, no hope, nor Harbour neer:</L>
<L>Had only this per&s;wa&s;ive to rejoice,</L>
<L>That of two certain deaths they had their choice:</L>
<L>But newly &s;corcht with Flames they were content,</L>
<L>To breath out in a cooler Element.</L>
<L>Had you but &s;een (be&s;ide the &s;unk and &s;lain)</L>
<L>Tho&s;e &s;warms of de&s;p'rate Swimmers in the Main;</L>
<L>A&s;toni&s;ht then, both Fleets, you would have &s;aid,</L>
<L>Was into Fi&s;hes metamorpho&s;ed.</L>
<L>Great Duke, thou care of Heaven, had&s;t no defence,</L>
<L>But a ju&s;t Cau&s;e guarded by Providence:</L>
<L>How did your courage the whole Fleet in&s;pire,</L>
<L>And colde&s;t brea&s;ts to fearle&s;s Actions fire?</L>
<L>What &s;ence of manhood wrought for <HI>Spain</HI> and <HI>France,</HI></L>
<L>Honour would for your Native &s;oil advance:</L>
<L>You skermi&s;h'd only as a Soldier there,</L>
<L>Fought now as a concern'd Proprietere.</L>
<L>Was here to nothing, but your &s;elf, unkind,</L>
<L>When for exchange of deaths, you left behind</L>
<L>Dear Relatives, a Brother and a King,</L>
<L>A Royal Mother, and a nearer THING,</L>
<L>The vertuous Dutche&s;&s;e; who&s;e ble&s;t Prayers and tears</L>
<L>Redeem'd your life, and ran&s;om'd all our fears.</L>
<L>Some great ones fell, t'in&s;truct us by their fate,</L>
<L>We honour love, which our ba&s;e enemies hate;</L>
<L>A double glory from their falls did ri&s;e,</L>
<L>To be their Countries, and your Sacrifice.</L>
<L>O may the hearts of the&s;e three Nations burn</L>
<L>One entire Holocau&s;t for your Return.</L>
<L>Brave <HI>Rupert,</HI> who&s;e high, and yet humble &s;pirit</L>
<L>Di&s;guis'd the Prince, di&s;tingui&s;h'd by his merit:</L>
<L>May the convinc'd world never more be rude</L>
<L>To check your ju&s;t fame by ingratitude.</L>
<L>The <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> (who in former times we find</L>
<L>So civil and &s;o ho&s;pitably kind)</L>
<L>'Gain&s;t &s;trangers now a prejudice have rais'd,</L>
<L>All may be <HI>Virtuo&s;i,</HI> but none prais'd.</L>
<L>Had all the Champions of our vanqui&s;ht Cau&s;e</L>
<L>(Who fought for honour, liberty and Laws)</L>
<L>Been &s;tout as you, a glorious Wight (now dead)</L>
<L>Had kept four Crowns, and his more precious head.</L>
<L>Methink I hear &s;ome interrupting voice</L>
<L>Whi&s;per your wor&s;ted Enemies rejoice:</L>
<L>Oh let them laugh that win! let 'em make &s;quibs</L>
<L>Thank Heaven and us for thre&s;hing their Whale-ribs.</L>
<L>A fool will &s;oon conjecture it goes ill</L>
<L>With him that's bruis'd and is not &s;en&s;ible.</L>
<L>What need they Conquer, who&s;e unhallowed Bells</L>
<L>Can cant a Vict'ry, when they &s;hould ring knells?</L>
<L>Who can their Froes with faigned bonefires greet,</L>
<L>And mock the real bonefires of their Fleet.</L>
<L>Well, &s;eldome game &s;o lo&s;t, but Lo&s;ers make</L>
<L>One trick; The Conquer'd from their Conquerors take.</L>
<L>Fortune was plea&s;ant, when &s;he lent the <HI>Dutch</HI></L>
<L>Our <HI>CHARITY,</HI> a thing they wanted much.</L>
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<P><HI>London</HI> printed for <HI>Thomas Palmer</HI> at the <HI>Crown</HI> in <HI>We&s;tmin&s;ter-Hall,</HI> 1665.</P>
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