Selected quad for the lemma: father_n
Text snippets containing the quad
|
ID |
Title |
Author |
Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication) |
STC |
Words |
Pages |
|
A27379
|
Bellum belgicum secundum, or, A poem attempting something on His Majesties proceedings against the Dutch
|
|
1665
(1665)
|
Wing B1860; ESTC R5210
|
3,911
|
11
|
Bellum Belgicum Secundum OR A POEM Attempting something on his MAJESTIES Proceedings against the DUTCH O nimium dilecte Deo cui militat aequor Et conjurati veniunt ad Classica venti Claud. CAMBRIDGE Printed by J. Field and are to be sold by Robert Nicholson Bookseller in Cambridge 1665. Bellum Belgicum Secundum OR A POEM Attempting something on his Majesties Proceedings against the DUTCH I Sing assist me Burdeaux wine the feud Which Britains glory Hollands shame renew'd Ambitious thoughts the Dutchmen still possess They will contest although without success So mutinous Carthage oftentimes rebell'd So Rome her insolence as often quell'd Englands long bloudy flux at last was cur'd The yoke remov'd which she so long endur'd Lucky Rebellion had its pardon seal'd Our King a worser Evil never heal'd The Churches cause he pleaded too and won Proving himself hers and his fathers son To Crown and Mitre were all duties paid And the Phanatick spirit now was laid When Injuries come Ecchoing to our shores The troubled Ocean rages foams and roars Some cries the wind doth drown and some the floud None is distinctly heard but that of bloud The guilty Dutch distracted with just fears Cannot stop others mouths nor their own ears Therefore prepare a war howe're withstood And since the cause was not they 'l make it good See what injustice they to England show To make her Plaintiff and Defendant too And shall these Corm'rants live upon our Seas Shall our Fish multiply to their increase Shall we by them in the same nets be caught And feed their barren Countrey thus for nought Or shall our Merchants labour still in vain When Dutchmens fraud dare intercept their gain What Pyrats spare shall they rob in the strand And must we suffer shipwrack thus by land Ah! shall our friends our Countreymens dear Ghosts Lie unreveng'd upon Amboyna's coasts From punishment to execution led Traitors in this because so tortured Are these returns of succour did we thus Set them upon their legs to spurn at us Or did our love deserve such thanks as these To strike us in the strength of courtesies We might survive although our trade were dead But shall we let our selves be murdered Must we our fortunes and our lives surrender And is our King only our Faiths Defender Vain Passion thus to moan the publick weal That art as blinde as common peoples zeal And can it be thou' rt deaf too not once hear Of our great Fleet and greater Overseer Our Soveraigns gracious self whose princely sense Of honour's tender as his conscience Go view his Arsenall where thou maist see All the effects of Royall Industry What work and what dispatch whilst some at prow Some at the Stern some at the Hatches blow Look how the Cyclops in their Aetna move When they are forging thunderbolts for Jove Some blow the bellows some the iron heat And others Metals on the anvill beat Just so I 'de said yet they are here out-done And Jove to Charles is no comparison All Nations now stand and spectators are Admire our Fleet much more our Princes care A Prince whose ease consists in action one Who makes all businesse recreation Whose speed prevents our hope removes our fear And is at sea before we know him there The Heavens here with a new Beacon blaze Which Holland with fresh terrours doth amaze England rejoyces for to see the Star Since Heaven in this seems to proclaim the war The Channel 's destin'd for this scene of bloud On which spread out like to some mighty wood The strong though wooden wals of England stand Trusting next to Gods arm the Admirals hand Illustrious James well known to foreign Lands Famous on Spanish Seas and Dunkirk Sands Such a man Nations bear not till they groan Whose worth till he be lost is seldome known On ship-board like an Angel in his sphear His Judgement as those Orbs solid and clear Whose greater soul was well design'd by fates As fit to pull down high and mighty States And what his excellence doth most enlarge The prudent management of his vast charge His discipline so strict and so severe That Venus though Sea-born cannot live there No rudeness seen nothing which goodness loaths No storms provoked are by louder oaths So virtuous be all actions and intents Each Ship a Church more then in make presents The souldiers might have man'd the Argo all Are so compos'd like to their Admirall In this they do exceed the Youths of Greece That they are fetching home a richer fleece Which if they do bravely bring off agen Heaven had Their Ship but it shall have Our men Thy help Calliope I must implore To say what Holland doth so long ashore I nothing hear but what the News-book tels That is where famous Rowland Pepin dwels But thou know'st all the doings of that Nation Then deign to furnish me with a Relation The English Fleet had Holland so affrighted That the Dutch Provinces were scarce united The people cry they 're landed Seamen see That harbour can no longer safety be Their crusing Capers think it a good bout If they bring in all that they carry out In vain the Fleet for hight De Ruyter waits Who like themselves they hear is in the Straits Opdam is either sick or so would seem Therefore our Duke is forc't to visit him Yet the uncivill Dutch will not look out As if they were all troubled with the gout Let Physick this disease no longer curse Since it hath now disgrac't Holland far worse Their Orators come back as they were sent Scarce entertained with a complement The King who did before use to pretend Himself their servant is not now their friend Poor Holland 't is a signe thou art undone No Nation will adore a setting Sun How their lost Brandy troubles them we guesse Their source of valour flows from drunkennesse Others may trust in Oak they in the Vine Their spirits are nothing without those of wine No wonder then if Eastward they bare sway Bacchus we know first conquer'd India Yet let them not think to escape their doom Caesar went sober when he conquer'd Rome Whilst then we for them at the Texel stay Let us their Countrey and their men survey Since the great Deluge did the Earth deface The water kindly hid this naked place For here Deucalion might have liv'd alone The Countrey had not helpt him to a stone No tree to make a Gibbet here doth grow Though the inhabitants deserve it so The Government is like the people rude Confusion is its best similitude Hither all factions crowd and yet are free The largest conscience here hath liberty One prays by 's beads another which alas Is but the same prays by the hour-glass A third is sainted from his gashly face Yet Brimstone hels known fuell gives that grace Dippers in every corner do appear 'T may be because there is most water here The land with spiders and with sects doth swarm Only those