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<NAME>TCP Staff (Michigan)</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B140628.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
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<HEAD>A POEM In DEFIANCE to the DUTCH.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>ROb'd of our Rights? and by &s;uch water-rats?</L>
<L>We'l doff their Heads if they wo'nt doff their Hats.</L>
<L>Affront too <HI>Hogen-Mogen</HI> to endure!</L>
<L>'Tis time to box the&s;e <HI>Butter-Boxes</HI> &s;ure.</L>
<L>If they the Flags undoughted right deny us?</L>
<L>Who wo'nt <HI>&s;tricke</HI> to us, mu&s;t be <HI>&s;tricken</HI> by us.</L>
<L>A crow of <HI>Boars,</HI> and <HI>Sooterkins,</HI> that know</L>
<L>Them&s;elves, they to our Blood and Valour owe.</L>
<L>Did vve for this knock of their <HI>Spanni&s;h</HI> Fetters,</L>
<L>To make 'em able to abu&s;e their betters;</L>
<L>If at this rate the rave, I think 'tis good,</L>
<L>Not to omit the <HI>fall,</HI> but let them Blood.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Rou&s;e then Heroick <HI>Brittains,</HI> 'tis not <HI>words</HI></L>
<L>But <HI>Wounds,</HI> mu&s;t work with <HI>Leather-Apron Lords.</HI></L>
<L>Sinc<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter"> they are <HI>deaf,</HI> to them your meaning break,</L>
<L>With mouths of <HI>Bra&s;s,</HI> that words of Iron &s;peak;</L>
<L>I hope we &s;hall to purpo&s;e the next <HI>hout</HI></L>
<L>Cure 'um, as we did <HI>Opdam</HI> of the Gout.</L>
<L>And when i'th bottom of the Sea they come,</L>
<L>They'l have enough of <HI>Mare Liberum.</HI></L>
<L>Our <HI>Brandi&s;ht &s;teel,</HI> tho now they &s;eem &s;o tall,</L>
<L>Shall make 'em <HI>lower</HI> then <HI>Low-Country</HI> fall.</L>
<L>But they'l ere long come to them&s;elves you'l &s;ee,</L>
<L>When we in <HI>earne&s;t</HI> are at <HI>Snick-a-&s;nee.</HI></L>
<L>When once the <HI>Boars</HI> perceive our Swords are drawn,</L>
<L>And we converting are tho&s;e <HI>Boars</HI> to <HI>Brawn.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Methinks the Ruin of their <HI>Belgick</HI> Banners</L>
<L>La&s;t Fight, almo&s;t as ragged as their Manners</L>
<L>Might have per&s;waded 'em to better things,</L>
<L>Then be &s;o &s;awcy to their betters, KINGS.</L>
<L>Is it of <HI>Wealth</HI> they are &s;o Proud become?</L>
<L><HI>JAMES</HI> has a Wain I hope to fetch it home,</L>
<L>And with it pay <HI>Him&s;elf</HI> His ju&s;t Arrears,</L>
<L>Of <HI>Fi&s;hing-Tribute</HI> for this hundred Years.</L>
<L>That we may &s;ay, as all the <HI>Store</HI> comes in,</L>
<L>The <HI>Dutch,</HI> a la&s;s, have but our <HI>Factors</HI> bin.</L>
<L>They Fathom <HI>Sea</HI> and <HI>Land,</HI> we when we plea&s;e,</L>
<L>Have both the <HI>Indles</HI> brought to our own Seas.</L>
<L>For <HI>rich,</HI> and <HI>proud,</HI> they bring in Ships by <HI>&s;hoals,</HI></L>
<L>And then we <HI>humble</HI> them to <HI>&s;ave</HI> their <HI>Souls.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Pox of their <HI>Pictures,</HI> if we had 'em <HI>hear,</HI></L>
<L>We'd find 'em <HI>Frames</HI> at <HI>Tyburn,</HI> or el&s;e where.</L>
<L>The next they Draw, be it their <HI>Admirals</HI></L>
<L><HI>Tran&s;pecitated</HI> into <HI>Fynnes</HI> and <HI>Seales;</HI></L>
<L>Or, which would do as well, draw if they plea&s;e,</L>
<L><HI>Opdam,</HI> with the &s;even &s;inking Provinces;</L>
<L>Or draw their <HI>Captains</HI> from the conquering <HI>Mane,</HI></L>
<L>Fir&s;t beaten <HI>home,</HI> then beaten <HI>back</HI> again;</L>
<L>And after this &s;o <HI>ju&s;t,</HI> tho <HI>fatal &s;trife,</HI></L>
<L>Draw their Dead <HI>Boars</HI> again unto the L<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="3 letters">,</L>
<L>La&s;tly, remember, to prevent all <HI>Laughter,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Drawing</HI> goes fir&s;t, but <HI>Hanging</HI> follows after.</L>
<L>If then <HI>Lampooning</HI> thus be their undoing,</L>
<L>Who <HI>pitties</HI> them, that purcha&s;e their own ruin?</L>
<L>Or will hereafter tru&s;t their Treachereies,</L>
<L>Until they leave their <HI>Heads</HI> for Ho&s;tages.</L>
<L>For, as the Proverb has of Women &s;aid,&mdash;</L>
<L><HI>Beleve 'um not, nay, tho you'd &s;wear there dead.</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Dutch</HI> are &s;tubbern, and will yield not frute,</L>
<L>Till, like the <HI>Wallnut-Tree</HI> ye beat 'um to't.</L>
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<HEAD>To the KING.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I See an <HI>Age,</HI> when after &s;ome few years,</L>
<L>And Revolutions of the &s;low pac'd <HI>Sphears;</HI></L>
<L>The&s;e days &s;hall be 'bove others far e&s;teem'd,</L>
<L>And like the Worlds great Conquerers be deem'd.</L>
<L>The Names of <HI>Coe&s;ar,</HI> and feign'd <HI>Paladine,</HI></L>
<L>Grav'n in <HI>Times</HI> &s;urley brows, in wrinkled-Time,</L>
<L>Shall by this Princes Name be pa&s;t as far,</L>
<L>As <HI>Meteors</HI> are by the <HI>Idalian</HI> Star:</L>
<L>For to Great <HI>Brittains</HI> I&s;le thou &s;halt re&s;tore</L>
<L>Her <HI>Mare Clau&s;um;</HI> Gaurd her Pearly Shore.</L>
<L>The <HI>Lyons Pa&s;&s;ant</HI> of <HI>Dutch</HI> Bands &s;halt free,</L>
<L>To the true owner of the <HI>Lilles</HI> three.</L>
<L>The Seas &s;hall &s;hrink, &s;hake &s;hall the &s;pacious Earth,</L>
<L>And tremble in her Chamber, like pale Death.</L>
<L>Thy thundring Cannons &s;hall proclaim to all</L>
<L><HI>Great Brittain</HI>'s Glory, and proud <HI>Hollands</HI> fall.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Run on brave Prince thy cour&s;e in Glory's way,</L>
<L>The end the life, the evening <HI>Crowns</HI> the day.</L>
<L>Reap Worth on Worth, and &s;trongly &s;ore above</L>
<L>Tho&s;e heights which made the World <HI>Thee</HI> fir&s;t to Love.</L>
<L>Surmount thy Self, and make thy Actions pa&s;t</L>
<L>Be but as <HI>Gleams</HI> or <HI>Lightnings</HI> of thy la&s;t.</L>
<L>Let them exceed tho&s;e of Thy <HI>younger</HI> time;</L>
<L>As far as <HI>Autumn</HI> doth the Flowry-prime;</L>
<L>So ever Gold and Bays Thy Brow adorn;</L>
<L>So never <HI>Time</HI> may &s;ee Thy <HI>Ra&s;e</HI> out worn.</L>
<L>So of Thine own &s;till may'&s;t Thou be de&s;ir'd;</L>
<L>Of <HI>Holland</HI> feard, and by the <HI>World</HI> Admir'd;</L>
<L>Till Thy great Deeds all former deeds &s;urmount:</L>
<L>Thou'&s;t quel'd the <HI>Nimrods</HI> of our <HI>Helle&s;pont.</HI></L>
<L>So may His high Exploits at la&s;t make even</L>
<L>With Earth His <HI>Honour,</HI> Glory with the Heav'n.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>W. S.</HI> in the Year 1688.</P>
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