TWO ROYAL ACHROSTICHS ON The Dutch in the Ditch.
DIEƲ ET MON DROIT.
DRive, Devil drive, the Drunken Dutch are thine,
For thou hast leave to enter into Swine.
Into the Main amain, the leading Boor
Did headlong run, the rest bin al verloor;
Even the very Pigs are grown Sea-sick,
Ask them how long, they cry a Week, a Week,
V antrump did cast their Waters, and did say,
They could not live, except they ran away.
E vertse put from Sea, as loth to lag,
Seeing the High and Mighty Top-sails Flag.
T riumph, Revenge did follow them so close,
Their Purge was strong, work'd with so small a Dose
M iin Heer oh cry'd the Vulgar, Charity,
Or else miin Vrouw I never more shall see.
Oh Royal Charls and Katharine, Royal Oke,
If Iames command their Norway Masts are broke
No Christian sure will ever aid the Turk,
Or help such Iews to set the Dee'l a work.
D runken the Swine were drown'd in English lost
The Gaderens perswade to leave the Coast.
Ride Admiral Brave James, let them not peep,
Or have a Ship to sail 'twixt Deel or Deep;
Or if they have, ne'r let them want for Rope,
For they have need since their main stays are broke
Indeed their hearts, & since they delt with French,
They got a Clap, but 'twas not by a Wench;
Twas by a Prince like Jove, whose thunder's such
Frightned the Frogs from Bank to the low Dutch,
Yet If they'l venter out into the Main,
Our English Neptune there still holds the Rein.
Though Famouth, Portland noble blood did spill,
They have their Honour, we our Sandwich still.
God and my Right is what belongs to Kings,
God will assert his Right, (when such poor things
As cast off Sovereign Power, and ungrate,
Think God is pleased to be serv'd in State,
Shall fly before the Sound of Charls and James,
And in their Flight shall keep to make Ʋpdams
And when they know their Damages and loss,
Let them put something down for Ben's Madross,
HONI SOIT QƲI MAL Y PENSE.
HOist up your high & mighty Top-sails Hogens
Your one and twenty Flag-ships, mighty Mogens.
O pdam's Gout's cur'd, Trumps backward, yet can't find
No ready cure, although he courts the wind:
No ease he finds, his pain is grown so much,
Their Doctors swear wind Collick kill'd the Dutch
Yet it is strange they had so little Wind,
That you could hardly hear them Trump behind
S even Provinces at once set on the stocks,
Sure they were drunk, else they had felt their knocks.
Oh las! a drunken body feels no harm,
Much less a State their Brandy kept them warm
Indeed 'twas pity that with t'other seven
The Provinces wa'nt there to make them even.
Those and seven more would drink the Ocean dry,
Since 1 Fire-ship did make the Herings fry.
Quench wel your thirst with Brandy once again
'Twill make you broil like fish, yet feel no pain;
Unless you can repent, and then God may
Receive your souls, although you loose the day.
Into the Texel, out again, fie, fie,
Doth it not shame your Admirals to flie,
Most High and Mighty Courtenair and Scramp
Trying to swim, were taken by a Cramp.
Ah there to swim is dang'rous, learn De Wit,
Hold up your head, and trust no more your feet.
Lost your Orania, lose not Orange too,
You know not what a Gracious Prince can do;
Your sunk already, but if like Boys you rise,
'Twill be to shew but where your Anchor lies.
Pay Caesar's due, and God will make you bolder,
The States must bow unto the States State-holder.
E vil is still to them that evil think,
Pray when you fight again don't fight in drink.
Ne'r think you can prevail upon those Waters,
That is so easily rul'd by England's Garters.
S overeigns at Sea ride Admirals, States
With our Rump have quite worn out their dates
E ngland's Neptune in her Narrow Seas,
Can reach your Indies where & when he please
Come help to save your stingy lost De Ruyter,
Or you must bow that stoop to kiss the Crupper.