Brandy-Wine, IN THE HOLLANDERS INGRATITUDE.
BEING A serious Expostulation of an English Souldier with the Dutch: Wherein he debateth with them of former kindnesse received from ENGLAND, And the Cause of their base requitall now, being so effascinated with Machivels Pollicies, that they are foolishly charm'd with the Magicall Spells of MONARCHY, To subvert their owne fundamentall Principles, that engage in a Warre against England, to the ruine of her owne Liberties.
By J. W. Musophilus & miles veritatis.
Bella per Aematheos plusquam Civilae campes,
Jus (que) datum sceleri, cammus Populu [...] (que) potentem.
Lucan.
Printed for T. F. M.D.C.LII.
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Ʋpon the DUTCH Quarrelling with ENGLAND.
VVHat Hogen! what? In hast thus all a-float?
Top, and Top-gallant, in thy Fishing-boat.
Me thinkes, thy Quarrell, doth not now arise
From Judgement, when both thine eares, and eyes,
Tho' hast heard, and seen our English-armes, were spred
For thy defence, that when thou wert even dead
With those fierce lookes, Specke-Jan did cast at thee,
(Threatning to root up quite the Orange-tree.)
When with Mustachios starcht, hee lookt as bigge
As Don Quixot, and valued not a Figge
Thy Barnevelt, (had not our gallant VERE,
And most renowned SYDNEY, still been there
With thousands moe brave English.) Wee still stood
Firme to thy Quarrell, sealing with our Blood
Thy vindication, when thou wert so low,
In power and strength, that thou dost chiefly owe
Thy State and fortunes, to those valiant hands,
That made thee Master of the Netherlands.
What alteration's this? That now thy Friends
Are odious growne? That had no other ends
Then make thee great, what is thy mind elate?
With Brandy-wine, since thou becam'st a State?
What is the cause, thou proudly dost begin
To bristle thus against Us? Tell what sinne,
What Trespasse done against thee, hast thou found
By th' English now? Which makes thy rage abound
So much with rancour; that thy Boares awake
To fight against themselves, and parties take
With Monarchie, which long ere this had stretcht
His bloudy fingers ore thy back, and reacht
Thy richest Jewell, had not our English Crosse
Stood in his way, and forc't him to his losse,
To leave his Plundering, that thy chiefest Towne,
Had op't her gates, and to his glorious Crowne
Given admittance, that with Dons would fill
Thy Garrisons, and scourge thee at his will.
And wilt thou prove such an ungratefull Friend
Thus to requite us basely now in th'end?
J see thou wilt, and that th'expence and Cost
Cast on a Dung-hill, is consum'd and lost.
And that that fabrick sinkes, and cannot stand:
Whose weake foundation's rear'd upon the Sand.
Like to thy Friendship Hoghen! That ne're puts
More faith, then Spanto Croon, into thy guts.
If no more Faith, then Spanto Croon, is felt:
Then no more Fish, if thou deny'st thy Gelt.
To vaile thy Top-sayle; thou disdain'st, but why?
Thou meanst t'advance again the Progenie,
Of STVART'S Line, oh! that is brave J'le sweare
To thinke that wee should a dead Lyon feare.
Or else for t'heare thy Belgick Lyon rore:
By th' English kept from him that sought to gore
His sides with sharpest Pikes, whose haughty rage,
Not all thy Wealth, nor Trafficke, could asswage.
But that because DON's Spante Croon, might choke
Thee without Mustard, under the Spanish yoke,
Hee meanes to feed thee so, that thou may'st yeeld
Thy Freedomes up, and an
His Pallace at Madrid.
Escuriall buildAt Ostend, or the Hague, when once his Grace
Should in thy Coasts, but deigne to shew his face.
And grace thee with his Traine of Spanish DONS:
Whose sight, would fright thee more then all his Guns.
When th' English stood to back thee, who did beare
The stresse of Battaile both in front and reare.
Sluce, Nuiport, Ʋtreight, and moe Places too:
Can witnesse well, what th' English there did doe
For thine Advancement, when their ground did faile
T'afford them footing, yet they did not quaile,
Nor did their Valour shrinke, but fought it out,
Till their dispute was clear'd of all the doubt.
The Blood wee lost there, being of too great price;
Then for such Boares, to be a Sacrifice.
Thy ground too dull, and base, for to receive
Their Corps, that did such brave Examples leave
Of Valour to the world, that thou canst not
Ever forget (unlesse thou dost turne Scot)
As now thou dost expresse. Wee forward were
Upon thy Termes, all times t'engage, even there
Our richest Jewels, though thou bee'st so base
To leave us in the same concluded Case.
What didst thou mean then Hogen! Thus to brave
Us in our owne Dominions? That but crave
A moderate Vicinitie, from thee:
That hadst our Blood, and Wealth to set thee free.
What meaneth this new Quarrell, what debate
Canst thou find out to vexe our English State?
That thine is th'Elder, count it so at home:
There's no Succession, that shall give thee roome
Upon our Seas, to dare us at our Doores,
And cut our Throats for kindnesse, on our shoares.
Wherefore durst roguish Trumpe, else once deny
To vaile his Top? But that thou darst defie
Thine owne security, t'awake their Spleene
That heretofore have thy preservers beene,
To prove how thy Destroyers, when with Love
They courted thee, but all in vaine to move
Thy Boarish Constitution; for thou knowest
No more Civility, then what thou owest
To thine owne Gorge, on others still to feed,
Or else no Friendship keepe, but hate the deed.
Of such perswasions, that might urge thee so;
To thine owne good, and have per [...]akers too.
Durst Trumpe assume else Power to dispose
Thy Navie, but to prejudice thy Foes?
Hee durst not, unlesse Councels did Create
In him a Power, so to maintaine thy State.
For sure his knavish head must eyther lye
At stake, or thou his doings justifie.
What meanes thy Preparations? If so farre
Thou beest from wrong, to justifie a Warre.
If this bee like the kisses of a Friend,
J prethee tell, how shall imbraces end?
Thou mak'st thy Friends, thy Foes, that only be
But sufferers, and still involv'd with thee
In the same Cause, what is our Crosse and Harpe
Contemptible become? That thou so sharpe,
And hot dispute, about the Soveraigne Power
Over our Seas dost urge, even to devoure
Those Liberties, which with our Freedom's gain'd
With brandisht Swords so fiercely wee maintain'd.
J know no reason for't, unlesse thou'lt take
Our Power from us, and for thine humour sake
Dispose of us at pleasure till wee be
So recreant base to begge our State of thee.
What wrongs and injuries have wee pall by,
That have been acted with thy Cruelty;
Evers to subvert our State and wee forborne
To seeke offence, although we justly scorne
Thine over-daring basenesse, when w'espy
It over-ballanc't with base Peasantry.
Where is our Agent DORISLAVS? Now speake
But Truth, and then let all affection breake:
Was hee not basely Murder'd, (for t'increase
Thine Hatred) then when hee was seeking Peace?
What was our ruine sought in him t'orethrow
Out Liberties? And with one private blow,
Through him to wound the body of our State,
That thou didst prove his bold Assassinate.
J'm at a Stand to muse on't; but J see
Thy Brandy-wine, will make thee Snick and Snee.
Oh! What was then our guilt? When farre remote
Thy ruder Boares; with Top-sayles all a-float,
Surpriz'd our English Ships, and seiz'd their goods,
Destroy'd our Men, made havock of their Bloods,
And this so sodaine, that they did not know
Of an offence, nor whence thy spleene should grow?
How had wee guilty been of so fierce rage
(Which lyes unparralel'd through any Age)
When at Amboyna, (most inhumane part)
Thou kill'dst our Men, and kill'dst them too with Art?
With Rackes, and Tortures, thou didst use them so:
That Innocent, they must bee guilty too,
Of some foule Cryme, nere thought on, oh! 'tis thus,
Thou durst bee Cruell, yet not Conscious,
Of thine owne Acts. But Hogen this will stick
Unto thy larded sides though, Phlegmatick.
And what revenge was sought? Our goodly King,
Would nere consent, in question once to bring
Those horrid Crimes, which yet aloud doe cry
For Justice, on thy basest Treachery.
What dost thou thinke t'abuse us 'cause wee sit
Patient, and suffer thine affronts, 'tis it
Makes thee so daring, and with surly brow
Confront our undertakings, or else how
Durst thou to deale so treacherously base,
As quarrell with us, in so knowne a Case?
To give us cause of an offence, and stand
Upon't, as though on the defensive hand.
Oh Hogen, Hogen! Hast thou quite forgot
All former kindnesse, that remembrest not,
What homage thou hast payd, when heretofore
Our Crosses still were welcome, to thy shore?
In any part of thy Dominions, when
They brought thee Succours and our Valiant men?
What friendship didst thou shew us, when our Foes
Found shelter in thy bosome, to disclose
Their horrid Plots, that else durst not been seene
Active therein, did not King CHARLES his Queene
Our Jewels pawne for Gelt, to buy those Armes;
Wherewith he wrought so great and manies harmes?
On all occasions, still thy Townes have bin
As Sanctuaries, to take Traytors in.
What offices of Love, as heretofore
Were acted by thy base Ambassador
Betwixt the KING and PARLIAMENT, hee'l find,
That sees the Hogen of a Royall mind,
Inclin'd to Monarchy, but yet beware,
Thou dost not put thy foot into a Snare.
Speck Jan insults, and turnes his Whiskers up,
In hope thou'lt pledge him in a brim-full Cup
Of rich Canarie, laughs t'heare thy Traine
Vive le Roy cry, PHILIP King of Spaine,
Great Duke of Burgundy, till wee shall take
Some of thy Townes, and such Intrenchments make,
That shall let in the Seas, and over-whelme
Thy Countries all, then who shall steere at Helme?
With a Cessation, hee hath dull'd thy wit,
Which now hath brought thee into a frantick fit,
For now thou mean'st, to Conjure on the Seas,
And play thy Prankes, thy Skippers all like Fleas,
Must in and out, and where it chances byte:
But yet for all their Skill, if BLAKE shoot right,
Let them beware their Bones, there are true Sonnes
Of valour in our Fleet, our English Gunnes
Will speake the truth, and Hogen thou mayst find
Such sport at Sea, that will perplex thy mind.
Recall thy Ships then, let thy surly Boares
Find other worke, or seeke out Forreigne shoares,
Wait on Speck Jan, and on his Sea-ports keepe
A carefull Watch, or else hee'l fall a sleepe.
Lay thy Designe, his Plate-Fleet how to get:
For that will buy more Thred to mend thy Net.
And then, wee'l Farme thee out some Part oth'Seas;
That somewhat; may thy boyling Stomack ease:
But on such tearmes (good Hogen) that thou Pay
A Tribute, then be sure thou keepe thy Day.
Else thou mayst fish for Flounders, or stand by
And see us Feast upon thine Herring Pye.
Goe lard thy sides with Bacon, and then tell
If Boarre in thy Dish would not doe well.
Say 'tis much good and then wee'l send thee Beere
To bouze, and frolick, with thy much good cheere.
Post-hac majora canemus.
LVCANVS junior.
FJNJS.