Holland turn'd to Tinder, OR, ENGLANDS Third Great Royal VICTORY.
Being an exact Narrative brought by Captain Talbot Commander of the Elizabeth a fourth rate Frigat of the Blew Squadron who on wednesday night came into Harwitch, and sent an Express to the KING at White-hall, of all that had past betwixt both the fleets, before and in the Fight: which news hath been continued since by other rersons from aboard the Royal Charles, who give account of a total Rout given to the Dutch, and a great Victory obtained against them, insomuch that they are beaten and block'd in their own Harbors: All this was performed on Wednesday and Thursday 25. and 26. of July, 1666.
The Tune is, Packingtons pound.
THe weather is clear, which was late over cast
& our long expectation's are answer'd at last,
With News from the Navie, which I shal impart
Enough to rejoyce every
English-mans[?] heart,
That's honest and true,
(And is not a
Jew)
but would give to God and to
Cesar his Due,
This will be a joyfull and Royal Relation
To such as love God, the King, and the Nation:
those
D
[...]tel Demigorgons, Gods power convinces
& makes them all Servant, y
t aim'd to be Princes.
On Wednesday last, the twenty fift day of
July
Came in this Narration which Ile tell ye truly,
From brave Cay▪
Talbot a man of stout carriage
That then brought a part of this News into
Harwich,
Both Ruine and Rage.
(In brave Equipage)
Last wednesday at noone both y
e fléets did ingage
The winds were our freinds, & did fly out our sails
With very fresh Northerly brave top-sail gales
We din'd with the
Hogens upon their own Coast,
You might a had
Dutch-men there boild or roast,
At first both the Navies did fight in a Line,
Thrée hours with much fury & force (but in fine)
The Enemies Fléet into thrée Squadrons flew,
And Sir
Jeremie Smith (Admiral of the Blew)
By lot was to face,
Persue, and to Chase
out the
Zelanders Squadron, y
e strongest that was
They fought it out furiously, all the day after,
And fiercely incounter'd, like wild-fire & water,
A Frigat of ours called the Resolution,
Was burnt by the Dutch in this depth of confusion.
The white and red squadrons did ply y
• two other
So fast y
t they almost were choak'd with y
e smother
They tugg'd very hard who should stand it out longest,
Our blew was y
e weakest, the
Zealand the strongest
And yet they fight,
'Till so late at night,
that powder and darkness depriv'd them of sight
The two
Hollan
[...] squadrons both turn'd tail & fled
Pursued by the squadrons of our White and Red,
Vpon thursday morning betwixt nine and ten,
The
Zealand's were cripled and hopp'd home agen.
The second Part,
to the same Tune.
TO aid y
e blew squadron a thousand stout men
Were sent (in five frigats) by sir
William Pen,
And
Talbot doth tell us ere he did retire,
On wednesday night he saw six
Dutch ships on fire,
Two hundred almost
Of our men were lost,
such victories seldom are gain'd without cost,
The
[...]ealanders Admiral some think is gone
Vnto his last home, when his stag was shot down,
'Tis highly presum'd by the best knowing men,
They nere will be able to fight us agen.
The prestmen (wel mingl'd with stout voluntiers
Did drink away dolor and fight away fears:
Our small shot did stand to't with valiant desire,
Their Guns spit & sparkl'd like bay-leaves in fire
Our Canons did roare
They sunk and they tore.
thousands that heard them will nere hear them more.
It is better far in a good cause to dye,
Then with a bad conscience to live great & high:
And in act: of honour there's no better thing,
Then dye a true Martyr for God and the King.
Our white and red squadrons
Du Ruiter engag'd
Five bouts, till at last his fierce fury aswag'd,
He fought as if he bad been
Mars his own son,
From ten in the morning, till three afternoon.
Our Red and our White
Did dazel his sight,
they made him to turn and to run away quite,
For no other reason as some men suppose
But courage did fall from his heart to his hose:
Though bad men séek victory, and think to win it
It never will prosper, if God be not in it.
Our Frigots persued him, our Canons did roare,
Vntil they were come within two miles of shore▪
Our great Ships persu'd, & continu'd y
e slaughter,
So far till they were within six fathom water:
They durst not look back,
To see what we lack,
but posting for life, to their Harbours they tack;
Their Flags being struck, and not set up again,
'Tis thought that
Ven Trump &
Du Ruiter is slain.
He that doth protect us, will save us from evil,
In spight of the
Dutch, the
Dane, or the
Devil.
Besides all the damage our Shipping hath done,
To Vessels & men, in their fight, and their run.
Two very stout Ships we have taken and fir'd.
And in them five hundred and ninety men tyr'd,
With tagging for that,
They cannot get at.
to make
England stoop to their pittyful State;
When slaves are turn'd princes, no tyrants so evil
When beggers are mounted, they ride to y
e Devil
No Souls so insulting as such sordid Slaves,
As climb to preferment on honest mens graves.
Our Gen'rals and Navy, are all safe and sound,
The Prince; & the Duke have our foes in y
e pound
They in their own Harbors are pris'ners at ease,
The King of great
Brittain Commands where he please.
VVe ride on the Ocean,
And waite for the Motion,
to venter again they have no great devotion,
had they not crept in, they'd been burnt to a cinder
And
Holland by this time, had béen turn'd to tinder
God bless King & Quéen, with y
e Duke, & all such,
As are friends to great
Brittain, & foes to the
Dutch.
With Allowance.
London, Printed by F. Crowch, for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J Wright.