AN ENGLISH-DUEL: OR Three to Three OR GREAT BRITAINES Challenge to France, Denmark, and Holland; her Puissance and Strength, her Readinesse and Willingnesse to obey her Soveraigne in his Just War: and how all the Counties in these Three Kingdomes are at an hours Warning ready to defend his Sacred Majesty, together with the justnesse of his Cause, and hopes of a happy Conquest over his Enemies.

By George Eliot.
Great Britain's angry, and begins to frown:
France, Denmark, Holland, all must tumble down.
WHen high Jehovah's own right hand did bring
Great Britaines Monarch, and her migh­ty King,
To his undoubted right; and Heavens hand
Had quite disarm'd the Rebels of this Land:
This famous Island then her dayes did spend
In Peace and Plenty, and all Kingdomes send
To Englands King, who kindly did him greet
With joyful Welcomes; humbly at his feet
Did crave his friendship: and amongst the rest
False-hearted France,
France and Holland de­ceitful Nati­ons.
and that base Scorpions Nest
Deceitful Holland, those fat greasie Hogs,
Did fawn and flatter like to Spaniel Dogs▪
But now these greasie States, without a Cause,
As God an [...] all the Christian World well knows,
By force of Armes doth seek to overcome
The greatest Potentate in Christendome.
Poor silly Currs, I'm sure they may as soon
Put out the Suns light, or pull down the Moon:
For Britaines Empire, I dare boldly say,
Of stout and valiant men, hath at this day
Above four hundred thousand,
Britaines ter­rible Puis­sance.
which can make
Not Europe onely, but all Turky shake;
They all are willing for to spend their blood
In this just War, the Cause it is so good.
All Counties in these Kingdomes ready are
To aid their King in his Defensive Warre.
Brave England,
Three to Three.
Scotland, Ireland, are agreed
To make false Holland, France, and Denmark bleed.
When James and George their glittring swords do draw
Then Englands Lion,
Duke of Yorke. Duke of Al­bermarle.
with his armed paw,
Will tear proud France in pieces, and will make,
Rebellious Holland,
Duke of Yorke. Prince Rupert.
and base Denmark shake.
There's not a King in Christendome can say,
Duke of Al­bermarle.
In his Dominions he hath at this day
Such brave Commanders,
Duke of Or­mond.
as hath Britaines King,
Whose Names already through Earths Globe doth ring.
Nor is there any King that ever had
Earle of Man­chester.
More just a Cause,
Marquesse Newcastle.
nor ever Foe more bad.
Poor hungry Hollands belly he did fill,
Marquesse Dorcet.
And did allow them at their own free will
To trade in England,
Lord Fairfax.
on her Seas to fish.
They had their pleasure,
Lord Bellas.
and what heart could wish.
From England yearly of all sorts of grain,
The Kings love to Hol­land.
Went many thousand Quarters, to maintain
Her hungry children, or else they would die;
And for his goodness him they now defie.
Hollands In­gratitude.
But 'tis a basenesse with a detestation,
That France should such a hair-brain'd Declaration
Set forth,
The basenesse of France.
and without cause give such affront,
As not a King in Europe would have don't.
A Crown of Gold will not become that pate,
The King of France none of the wisest.
That sides with Rebels, and a paltry State,
And wars with Kings: No, such a Cock-brain'd head
Must wear a Fools-Cap, or a Crown of Lead.
It is not Denmark that can you assist,
When Britaines angry, and doth heave her Fist:
For she hath power for to overcome
France, Denmark, Holland, and all Christendome.
When Hell and Earth, and all the World did fight
'Gainst Queen Elizabeth in Eighty Eight,
Because Gods Sacred Truth she did maintain;
The Victory over the Spa­nish Invinci­ble Armado, in Eighty eight.
Those Sons of Belial which did come from Spain,
From Rome, and France, and many Nations more,
All Slaves and Vassals to that Scarlet Whore
Were by the valour of her Subjects drownd,
Great Britains [...] Valour.
Nor could they set a foot on English ground.
Great Britain's now as willing for to fight,
As ever England was in Eighty Eight:
For never King in England ere did raign,
The Subjects love to his Majesty.
That did the affections of his Subjects gain;
Or ever did more good, than Englands King
That now doth raign. Since Heavens hand did bring
Him to his Sacred Throne, in this short while
He hath restor'd new life to this great Isle:
For many years in thraldome she did lie,
And groaned deeply under Anarchy;
Till God was pleas'd to work a work of wonder,
Restor'd him to his Crown and Dignity.
Then he did hew those bands and cords asunder,
Restor'd Religion to his Subjects Joy,
And like Josiah, he did quite destroy
False wayes of Worship,
Assoon as God restor'd him, he restor'd Gods Truth; an Argument of Thankful­nesse.
clean throughout the Land,
And at this day defends with his own hand
Gods Sacred Truth; His Subjects he doth nourish:
Both Church and State abundantly doth flourish.
A word or two I have to speak, and then
I shall conclude, and so take off my Pen.
Ere many years,
The King an Instrument of much good.
all Christendome shall see
Great Britaines King Gods Instrument to be;
Christs Sacred Gospel Truth he will advance,
Throughout all Holland, and wide-skirted France.
And with his own right hand will tumble down
Base Antichrist, and take from him his Crown.
False Sects and Schismes, with all vain opinions,
Shall not take root or bide in his Dominions.
And now, O Britain, give me leave to say,
Thou art oblig'd this good King to obey;
Thy hand and heart unto him freely give,
And in Subjection see thou ever live.
Stand fast and shrink not, and thou then shalt see,
He'l be a Nursing Father unto thee.
FINIS.

Printed in the Year 1666.

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