The Triumphs of four Nations; OR, A happy Conclusion of Peace, Betwixt England, France, Denmark, and Holland.

As it was confirm'd on Sunday night July the 21. at Breda; where, after four hours Conference in the Castle, the Plenipotentiaries about nine in the evening signed the Articles of Peace; which Don Mounsieur Fleming, the Sweedish Mediatour, in a short Speech Congratulated the happy issue of so great a work; After which, the Plenipotentiaries saluting and complementing each other, the Conference ended: As they came out of the Castle, the Canons were thrice discharged round the Town, the Musqueteers giving their vollies from the Works, and the Horse drawn up upon the Plain, saluting them with their Trumpets, the whole Town quitting their Houses to expresse their Joy to them as they passed by; This Joyful News was brought on Friday last July 26. from Breda, by the Right Worshipful Sir John Coventry, to the King, bringing with him the Articles of Peace, as they were Signed there by the Plenipotentiaries.

Tune is, Packingtons Pound.
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LIft up thy bead England & lay by thy mourning,
thy much desir'd long absent Peace is returning
Like health after sicknesse, and ease after pain;
Like joy after sorrow, or Sun after Rain:
The sound of it comes.
Muc [...] w [...]ter than Drums,
And more welcom is unto all the Kingdoms;
By Truth, Love and friendship, delights do encrease,
The Joyes of a Nation is Plenty and Peace.
Last Sunday was sennigh [...] at Breday 'twas pas [...]
Which I hope will p [...]e all our comforts at l [...]
The Plenipotentiaris signed to peace,
That our [...] up trading might have a release
The townsmen did laugh,
Reioyce, sing, and quaffe,
Thrice round about Breda the Canons [...]
The Musketeers made many vollies to rattle,
And Trumpets did sound as in heat of a Battle,
By Truth, &c.

The Second Part,

to the same Tune.
SIr John Coventry unto White-hall did bring,
Last Friday this happy brave News to the King
Which fill'd all their hearts with such pleasure & joy,
They cast up their Caps & sung Vive le Roy,
That we do agree,
With our Enemy,
The Dane, Dutch, and French are as joyful as we
The Dutch who in victual did not so abound,
Paid more for an ounce than we paid for a pound.
By Truth, Love & Friendship, delights do increase.
The strength of a Nation is Plenty and Peace.
The French-man hath reason this peace to desire
Because he hath many more Irons i'th fire;
The Dane without trading will never grow rich
The best of his Lading is Fir-pole and Pitch;
Then let us with joy,
Our Talent employ,
And fill Ships with goods that were wont to destroy
When Vessels bare nothing but Powder & Lead,
The Traders and Laders, and trading is dead,
By Truth, &c.
Why should we not live all as brother with brother
The Scripture commands us to love one another
Why should not contention and dissension cease,
Since the King of all Kings is the Prince of all Peace
By Union we may,
Both prosper and pray,
By discord we do one another betray,
The Devil and Discord like Lightning & Thunder
In June and July are seldom asunder;
By Truth, &c.
If Peace doth continue without and within,
I hope London City will be built again,
Which was much retarded for want of a Peace,
For what man can build where no Foundation is;
Without it there's none,
Will build on his own,
Peace is the foundation, & the corner stone,
If we have not Peace both upon Sea and Land,
The Cities foundation will be in the Sand,
By Truth, &c.
All workmen from all parts of England may comes
To work and get mony without fear of Drum,
The Country man now will to labour be willing,
Not fearing to be burn'd i'th hand with a shilling
The Gun and the Drum,
Will shortly be dumb,
Then Madge may have Roger, & Tib may have Tom;
Now howling, & scowl'ng amongst y e kind-hearte [...].
Shal be lest with young Wenches for Sweet hearts departed;
By Truth, &c.
Our Merchants upon the gréen Ocean so curl'd
Shal safely passe frée to all parts of the world,
And in their déep bottoms bring silks and slip slops
To please pretty Ladies and Citie wives chops,
Figs, Almonds and Spice,
With Sugar and Rice,
Which is a young Gentle womans Paradice
Then silver and gold (so dangerous in power)
Life Traitors, shall both be committed to th' Tower
By Truth, &c.
Then singing and Musick will be in request,
And Jugge shall be dancing as wel as the best,
About the gréen May-pole, with Gillian and Jack,
For Ale and Stew'd Pruens for Custard & Cake;
True Charity then,
Will be amongst men.
Or else we may look for these troubles agen,
Short comforts wil be in a Nation no doubt,
Where Peace is concludes, and God is left out.
By Truth, &c.
God bless this peace to us with a right undestand­ing
Keep our hearts and mindes under his great com­manding;
God bless King & Kingdom and send that our hate
Vnto one another in Church and in Stats,
May be nulliff'd,
God kéep us from Price,
Ambition, Wrath, Malice & Discord beside;
when nation fights nation, & brother beats brother
They are like earthen vessels that break one ano­ther
By Truth, Love, and Friendship, &c.
FINIS.

London, Printed for W. Thackeray, next door to the Dolphin in West-Smithfield. With Allowance.

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