The Glorious and Living CINQVE-PORTS of our fortunate Island Thrice happy in the Persons of HIS SACRED MAJESTY The Illustrious and Puissant PRINCE His Royal Highness JAMES Duke of YORK The two Victorious and Loyal Generals their United EXCELLENCIES PRINCE RUPERT AND GEORGE Duke of ALBERMARLE The Heroic and Daring Captains in this Signal 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 Royal Oak let it still be And let her Arms extend to th' breadth o' th' Sea Dare Frogs vermin antimonarchical Croak Panic Thunder or toss Mimmick ball Against the Tree that 's sacred unto jove Which does fear Him not Thunder from above Nor yours below fat Cyclops slaves to fire Aetna and scorched Vesuvius be your hire Deluded Wigeons mere decoys no more Your fausen proud * D' Wit Achitophel 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 Sovereign Insulting Frogs stand off for the Huge Thing You took to be a log 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 john Be dumb you tinkling Rhimes poor petite things When such a Poet writes and the King sings To his Royal Highness JAMES Duke of YORK Lord high Admiral of England OH for a Vein a Fancy 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 TURK Great SIR our Oxford near to Otmore Geese And Wolvercott afford us none of these Such as they are your Highness they shall show And set Your Worth forth to the public view Let Opdam speak that now with Neptune dwells Condemned to Swordfish in his watery Cells For daring to attaque Your Royal Ship With his unequal and confounded skipp See where he flew in Sulphurous atoms 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 Prince's must die as punished in first age Not in their proper Persons but by Page Falmouth was thy obliged Proxy dies For Royal York a surety sacrifice O Noble Widow weep not for that Head Which lies for ever in Dame Honour's bed The Armful that you want fair Thetis lays In her own Lap and Tritons work his Bays But MINGS with swift Revenge did sell his life At such a rate as gratifyd a Wife So home we came with Captived 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 Rays Which scatter victories & Triumphant Bays Brave ominous Conjunction that portends More than Albumazars can tell or fiends The Ephemerideses is drunk we laugh To see your Height above the jacob-staff Look up and view in tail o' th' Wain of Charles Two newfound Lights rupert's and Albemarls Did ever Fortune before loss of Eyes More justly temper these great Deities Unto a pondus valiant a rare rate Of which Physicians do but fond prate That Valour and Success which on Edg-hill Entered 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 logs Of flesh the Dutch and makes them flying bogs Where 's Necromantic dog my Dearest * Arthur Trever Counsel to the Prince Trever Scylla and all her dogs wait on him ever And in his watery Cabin the dog lies And like the Dog-star burns their Skips and Hoys The Ships are Bonfires to themselves that light Saves them the charge of Beacons in the Night You Rascals steal no more our English coals Lest your whole Navy burns in Creeks and Holes Remember how you rob the Seas We can Call ourselves 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 Admiral Your thorough Ruin then 't is All-to mall Upon the victorious Sea Captains Generals of Squadrons Wonders in Fire and Water Flag Officers that never flagged WHat Lights are these create us a new day Shine like those stars in Via Lactea Streamers and Flags of Honour like the tail Of Comets shooting fate where they look pale Our Netherlands have found their influence And now that they 're Low-Countries have a sense 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 Newcastle coals Sr Robert's a Prometheus if he pleases He 'll make a Troy of your seven Provinces Yield or be ashes strait give up your Borronghs Before you are calcined 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 forlorn in hope When Fleets do yield to Faufan and a Sloope The French Armado from the hills o' th' Main As once from land may e'en go back again And if you want a driver in the rear Sr Robert make our Valiant Gardener He and our Oxford janes' shall give 'em knocks And pepper 'em I 'll warrant to their Pox. To the Valiant Vigorous Loyal and Successful SOLDIERS in the Royal Navy Red-coats White-coats & others wherewith the GENERALS take Dutchmen and Ships as they take Whiting Haddock and Mackarel with pieces of Cloth NOw you have played 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' sky We are distinguished by our Gowns As you in Squadrons on the Downs And in our new and disciplined joys Know Graduates plaudits from the Boys Our way of praises are the Hum Which you out-vapor with the Drum We burn the Faggots piles of Wood And you burn Ships which is as good And Holland Towns for the poor skellum Lament their toasted Cheese and Smell'um The Dog days did not hurt your Butter So much as MONK encountering Ruyter Who did so bang and thwack and thump You both you cant tell which is Trump Nay'tis soft whispered that De-Witte Is stepped aside that lesuit And proud and politic Machevael To take some hempen Cordial He might have stayed at home the people Would fain have trussed him in the Steeple For he deceived them with his lies Flying reports for which he flies De-Wit's out-witted for he thought That Albemarle would ne'er 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 plundering of their Cupboard 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 says Mistress Vandermast I 'm burnt even quite below the Waste Holland was never in such plight They thought it Goshen 't was so light Mourning there is for cuts and slashes Yet not in sack nor cloth but ashes For those Sr Roberts mwn 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 Bonfire of a Dorp that day By which his Soldiers ran away 'T was better so then longer stay FINIS