The glorious and living cinque-ports of our fortunate island thrice happy in the persons of His Sacred Majestie, the illustrious and puissant Prince, His Royall Highnesse James Duke of Yorke, the two victorious and loyall generals, their united excellencies, Prince Rupert, and George Duke of Albermarle : the heroick and daring captaines in this signall victory : to whom the author humbly presents this following epinikeon / Edm. Gayton.

The Glorious and Living CINQVE-PORTS of our fortunate Island Thrice happy in the Persons of HIS SACRED MAIESTIE.

The Illustrious and Puissant PRINCE His Royall Highnesse IAMES Duke of YORKE.

The two Victorious and Loyall Generals, their United EXCELLENCIES, PRINCE RVPERT, AND GEORGE Duke of ALBERMARLE.

The Heroick and Daring Captaines in this Signall VICTORY.

To whom the Author humbly presents this following EPINIKEON.

EDM. GAYTON.

OXON. Printed by H. H. 1666.

To the KING'S most Excellent Majesty. STill in the Royall Oake? let it still be, And let her Arms extend to th' breadth o'th' Sea, Dare Froggs (vermine Antimonarchicall) Croke Pannick Thunder, or tosse Mimmick ball Against the Tree that's sacred unto Iove? Which do's fear Him, not Thunder from above Nor yours below, fatt Cyclops, slaves to fire, Aetna, and scorch'd Vesuvius be your hire, Deluded Wigeons, mere decoys, no more Your fausen proudD' Wit Achitophell, adore That water Oracle; Otters lift up Your ugly snouts before your farewell Cupp: Here is Flap-Dragon sent you from the Main, And Brandy spouted from the Soveraign. Insulting Froggs stand off, for the Huge Thing You took to be a logg, it proves a King: Amands you from her presence, which does send You quick, unto Proserpina's grimm Friend. But hush, not one word more, no farther on, Be mute and hear the Canto of Sr Iohn: Be dumb you tinckling Rhimes, poor petite things When such a Poet writes, and the King sings.

To his Royal Highnesse IAMES Duke of YORK, Lord high Admiral of England. OH for a Veine, a Fancie, Head, or Quill, Like his that whilom wrote of Cooper's (Hill! Or such a style as his, who colours taught To speak, and paint t'engage, & skirmish brought; Yet not that Pen of his, Oh a sad work! Which lately Panegyrckt our Olivet. English TVRK. Great SIR, our Oxford (near to Otmore Geese, And VVolvercott) afford us none of these. Such as they are your Highnesse they shall shew, And set Your Worth forth to the publick view. Let Opdam speak, that now with Neptune dwels, Condemn'd to Sword-fish in his watry Cells, For daring to attaque Your Roall Ship, With his unequal and confounded skipp: See where he flew in Sulphurous atomes, sent To th' Prince of Flames, for his most bold attempt: Yet he did boast (audacious Wretch!) to sink The Admiral, but paid for it I think. Princes must die (as punisht in first age) Not in their proper Persons, but by Page: Falmouth was thy obliged Proxie, dyes For Royal York, a surety sacrifice: O Noble Widdow! weep not for that Head, Which lies for ever in Dame Honours bed; The Arme-full that you want, fair Thetis laies In her own Lap, and Tritons work his Bayes. But MINGS with swift Revenge did sell his life At such a rate, as gratifyd a Wife. So home we came with Captiv'd Holland Fleet, And JAMES Batavicus we loudly greet: So may we shout! let thy great Spirit be Our Genius, Guardian, and Victory.

To the most equally High and Valiant Prince RUPERT, and the Duke of ALBERMARLE, the Incorporate Generals of the English Navy. SO shine our Castor, and our Pollux Rayes, Which scatter Vict'ries, & Triumphant Bayes. Brave ominous Conjunction! that portends More than Albumazars can tell, or fiends: The Ephemerides is drunk, we laugh To see your Height above the Iacob-staff▪ Look up, and view in taile o'th' Waine of Charles, Two new-found Lights, Ruperts and Albemarls. Did ever Fortune before losse of Eyes More justly temper these great Deities Vnto a pondus valiant? a rare rate, Of which Physitians do but fondly prate. That Valour and Successe, which on Edg-hill Enter'd the Camp, doth rest upon Thee still. It is the same with Thee (Nephew of Kings) To baffle Squadrons, as thou once didst Wings. MONK with's Powder doth sublime those loggs Of flesh, the Dutch, and makes them flying boggs. Where's Negromantick dogg? my Dearest Arthur Trever, Counsel to the Prince. Trever Scylla, and all her dogs wait on him ever, And in his watry Cabin the dog lies, And like the Dog-star burns their Skips and Hoyes. The Ships are Bone-fires to themselves, that light Saves them the charge of Beacons in the Night. You Rascals, steal no more our English coals, Lest your whole Navie burns in Creeks and Holes: Remember how you rob the Seas, We can Call our selves Vindex of the Ocean. Your Sea-rapes, and Amboyna's murders stand The dire account of your perfidious land, So on the foot you owe our Admirall, Your thorough Ruine, then 'tis All-to mall.

Vpon the victorious Sea Captaines, Generals of Squadrons, VVonders in Fire and VVater, Flag Officers that never flag'd. WHat Lights are these create us a new day Shine like those stars in Via Lactea? Streamers and Flaggs of Honour, like the taile Of Comets shooting fate where they look pale. Our Netherlands have found their influence, And now that they're Low-Countries have a sence: You beasts o'th people humbly bring your gelt, And save your Dorps, let no more blood be spilt. Fire hath no mercy, your Tar-pawlin jowles Will fry like rashers on New-castle coales. Sr Robert's a Prometheus, if he pleases, He'l make a Troy of your seven Provinces. Yeeld, or be ashes, straight give up your Borronghs, Before you are calcin'd into Gomorrah's, And thou Grand Beaufort, that hast made a halt To see these fires, shalt be a Pile of Salt: Poor Undertakers, and forlorne in hope, When Fleets do yeeld to Faufan and a Sloope, The French Armado from the hills o'th Maine; (As once from land) may eene go back again: And if you want a driver in the rear, Sr Robert make our Valiant Gardiner, He, and our Oxford Ianes shall give 'um knocks, And pepper 'um, I'le warrant, to their Pox.

To the Valiant, Vigorous, Loyal, and Succesful SOULDIERS in the Royal Navy, Red-coats, White-coats, & others, wherewith the GENERALS take Dutch-men and Ships, as they take Whiting, Haddock, and Mackarel with pieces of Cloth. NOw you have plaid, brave Blades, your parts, Let us play ours, us of the Arts, Who now in Regulation high, Do fling our Caps, like you, to th' skie. We are distinguish'd by our Gowns, As you in Squadrons on the Downs; And in our new and disciplin'd joyes, Know Graduats plaudits from the Boyes. Our way of praises are the Hum, Which you out-vapor with the Drumm. We burn the Faggots, piles of Wood, And you burn Ships, which is as good, And Holland Towns, for the poor skellum Lament their tosted Cheese, and Smell'um. The Dog dayes did not hurt your Butter, So much as MONK encountring Ruyter, Who did so bang, and thwack, and thump You both, you cant tell which is Trump: Nay'tis soft whisperd, that De-Witte Is stept aside, that lesuit, And proud and politick Machevael, To take some hempen Cordial, He might have staid at home, the people Would fain have truss'd him in the Steeple, For he deceiv'd them with his lies, Flying reports, for which he flies: De-Wit's out-witted, for he thought That Albemarle would nere have fought, And Rupert both, in one tall good Ship, but in several Squadrons stood; Nor ever did they dream, Sr. Robert Should have the plundring of their Cupbord, For all the frokens, and the froes, Most Brawny Wenches fat as Does, Do curse him day and night, for they Make houses clean, we clean away. Oh slave, (saies Mistris Vandermast) I'me burnt even quite below the Wast: Holland was never in such plight; They thought it Goshen, 'twas so light. Mourning there is, for cuts and slashes, Yet not in sack, nor cloth, but ashes; For those Sr Roberts men of Cockets Put up in Belly, and in pockets. I think, poor Hogen Mogen Ninnies, That Holmes has paid you for your Guinyes, And for his polt o'th' pate; for Schelling Can tell how divelshly he fell in, And made a Bone-fire of a Dorpe that day, By which his Souldiers ran away, 'Twas better so, then longer stay. FINIS.