SATIRE ON THE DUTCH.

WRITTEN IN THE YEAR M.DC.LXII.

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As needy gallants, in the scriv'ner's hands,
Court the rich knaves that gripe the mortgag'd lands,
The first fat buck of all the season's sent,
And keeper takes no fee in compliment;
The dotage of some Englishmen is such
To fawn on those who ruin them, the Dutch.
They shall have all, rather than make a war
With those who of the same religion are.
The Streights, the Guinea trade, the herrings too;
Nay, to keep friendship, they shall pickle you.
Some are resolv'd not to find out the cheat,
But, cuckold-like, love them that do the feat.
What injuries soe'er upon us fall,
Yet still the same religion answers all.
Religion wheedled us to Civil war,
Drew English blood, and Dutchmen's now would spare.
Be gull’d no longer; for you'll find it true,
They have no more religion, faith! than you.
Int’rest's the god they worship in their State,
And we I take it have not much of that.
Well monarchies may own religion's name,
But states are atheists in their very frame.
They share a sin; and such proportions fall,
That, like a stink, 'tis nothing to them all,

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Think on their rapine, falsehood, cruelty,
And that what once they were they still would be.
To one well-born th' affront is worse and more,
When he's abus'd and baffled by a boor.
With an ill grace the Dutch their mischiefs do;
They've both ill nature and ill manners too. 30
Well may they boast themselves an ancient nation,
For they were bred ere manners were in fashion;
And their new Commonwealth has set them free
Only from honour and civility.
Venetians do not more uncoạthly ride
Than did their lubber State mankind bestride,
Their sway became 'em with as ill a mien
As their own paunches swell above their chin.
Yet is their empire no true growth but humour,
And only two kings' touch can cure the tumour.
As Cato did in Afric fruits display,
Let us before our eyes their Indies lay ;
Al loyal English will like him conclude,
Let Cæsar live, and Carthage be subdu’d.

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The Life of the Author,

Advertisement,

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Astræa Redux. A Poem on the happy Restora-

tion and return of his Sacred Majesty Charles II.

1660,

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To the metropolis of Great Britain, the most re-

nowned and late flourishing City of London, in
its representatives the Lord Mayor and Court of

Aldermen, the Sheriffs and Council of it, l 39

Annus Mirabilis: the Year of Wonders, 1666, 43

Britannia Rediviva. A Poem on the Prince, born

June 10. 1688,

99

Religio Laici,

113

Threnodia Augustalis. A funeral Pindaric Poem,

sacred to the happy memory of K. Charles II. 150

Heroic Stanzas. On the death of Oliver Crom-

well. Written after his funeral,

150

Satire on the Dutch. Written in the year 1662, 157

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