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<NAME>TCP Staff (Michigan)</NAME>
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<STC T="G">Lutt.III[98]</STC>
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<HEAD>ON HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS His Expedition again&s;t the DUTCH.</HEAD>
<BYLINE><HI>By Mrs.</HI> E. P.</BYLINE>
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<L>PRoud Hogen, Mogen's, we will make you bow,</L>
<L>Have at you, grea&s;y Butter Boxes now,</L>
<L>Brave <HI>York</HI> once more again&s;t you does advance,</L>
<L>And in him more then all the Power of <HI>France;</HI></L>
<L>'T oppo&s;e him is in vain, all you can do,</L>
<L>Is nothing, his name's enough to Conquer you.</L>
<L>But when in Per&s;on he vouch&s;afes to appear</L>
<L>Prepare to think your day of Doom is near.</L>
<L>That glorious <HI>Hero,</HI> never Arms put on</L>
<L>But he made Victory her &s;elf his own;</L>
<L>Who &s;till has wav'd her white Plume o're his head,</L>
<L>And now to vanqui&s;h you, by her is lead.</L>
<L>Though 'tis a &s;hame, (that worthy) &s;hould per&s;ue,</L>
<L>Honour unto &s;uch Savage Bores as you.</L>
<L>But you (this never dying &s;ame) &s;hall know,</L>
<L>What in his Countreys quarrel he dare do.</L>
<L>Pre&s;umptuous Villains, could you find out none,</L>
<L>But <HI>England's</HI> King, to u&s;e your je&s;ts upon?</L>
<L>Slaves, you e're long &s;hall know, none was le&s;s fit,</L>
<L>To be a Subject for your &s;curvy wit.</L>
<L>(But <HI>York</HI> in who&s;e Illu&s;trious name are charms,</L>
<L>That Cowards hearts ev'n with pure courage warms</L>
<L>And does infu&s;e new Soul in ev'ry man,</L>
<L>With much more vigour then dull Brandy can.)</L>
<L>Will puni&s;h each affront that you have done</L>
<L>To your inevitable de&s;truction.</L>
<L>Hee'l make you cur&s;e the time, you Pictures drew</L>
<L>And draw &s;ome of ye, nay and hang you too,</L>
<L>Full of your Fate, he's with our Fleet &s;et forth,</L>
<L>With &s;uch a noble train of Engli&s;h youth.</L>
<L>That when tho&s;e matchle&s;s numbers, you &s;hall veiw,</L>
<L>You'l think the world is come to Conquer you.</L>
<L>Methinks I hear the injur'd Spirits call</L>
<L>(For Vengeance) that did at <HI>Amboyna</HI> fall.</L>
<L>Victims, to your unheard of Cruelty,</L>
<L>(To tho&s;e) that for them will revenged be.</L>
<L>Their Souls do hover o're our Ships, and &s;eem</L>
<L>To promi&s;e Conque&s;t both to us and them.</L>
<L>Our Fleet like to a moving Realm, I &s;ee</L>
<L>In Tryumph on the bo&s;ome of the Sea.</L>
<L>Which bears it proudly, being a Jem of more</L>
<L>(Worth) then &s;h' has worn upon her bre&s;t before.</L>
<L>The Sea-gods wait upon it all along,</L>
<L>And thou&s;and water-Nymphs about it throng.</L>
<L>The waves their Royal burden gently court,</L>
<L>And all the wind's, with the calm Ocean &s;port.</L>
<L><HI>Tithon</HI> gives <HI>Thetis</HI> leave, to entertain</L>
<L>In all her charmes, our Gallants on the Mayn.</L>
<L>And's pleas'd in &s;pight of age and jealou&s;ie,</L>
<L>They &s;hall on his young Mrs. Bo&s;ome lye.</L>
<L>Each Power to us, does kind pre&s;ages give</L>
<L>That as our cau&s;e is ju&s;t, &s;o we &s;hall thrive.</L>
<L>Wit is too like a common friend, indeed,</L>
<L>VVho &s;till for&s;akes us when we have mo&s;t need.</L>
<L>Or &s;omewhat more &s;hould be by me expre&s;t,</L>
<L>But let our Canons &s;peak to you the re&s;t.</L>
<L>And tell you to your ruines you mu&s;t dye</L>
<L>T'apea&s;e the wrath of Anger'd Maje&s;ty.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>With Allowance,</HI></P>
<P>Printed in the Year, 1672.</P>
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