The second part,
to the same tune.
THis rarity in Nature,
Doth all mens wits controule,
This strange Prodigious Creature,
Is Flesh, and Fish, and Fowle:
The Flesh is meant for England sure,
The Fowle is meant for France,
The Fish, a Dish.
For Hollands Mainteynance.
His Back is full of Fish-like Finns,
his Legs have Eagles Clawes,
And Cock-like Spurs, as sharp as Pinns,
which blood in Battel drawes:
The Eagle is a Princely Bird,
and never Fights for States;
But flyes, at th' Eyes,
of such Confederates.
Vpon his very Shoulder-bone,
he bears two Flaggs a crosse;
A. D. I. H. is writ on One,
importing some great losse:
Which I shall now Expound to you,
the next ensuing Lines;
If this, do miss,
Ile leave it to Divines.
A. D. I. H. doth seem to teach,
the Dutch-man shall have no Land;
A. D. doth stand for All Down, and
I. H. doth mean In Holland:
A. D. I. H. doth plainly shew,
All Down In Holland falls;
••f They, obey
not England's Brazen Walls.
There are Three Muskets and a Sword,
display'd upon the Rump;
Which shews the Hollander Aboard,
is beaten to the Stump:
Death's Head on his Left-side is,
and like so many Shots;
••ll round, 'tis Crown'd,
with Pestilential Spots.
Which doth demonstrate unto men,
our wofull Plague of late;
And will, we fear, renew agen,
if we Repent not strait:
This Fish hath Arrows in the Tayle,
which he 'gainst Holland drawes,
And slights, the Flights,
their Lyon hath in's Pawes.
Thus have I plainly painted out
the Picture of this Fish;
Pray God all things may come about,
as we do desire and wish:
Thrée Nations against England come,
it is not Nobly done;
I hope, they'l stoop,
And find inough of One.
Let us but move, in truth and love,
and prove good Friends at home,
That Sacred Power that is above.
will give them all their doome.
If we by Factions spoyl our Selves,
and on each Other Fall,
The Foe, will grow,
too Powerful for us all.
But if Wée hold together,
nor French, nor Dutch, nor Dane,
With Butter-box, and Feather,
shall make our Fortunes wain:
VVée'l whip the Frisking Frenchmans tail,
which would possesse our Land;
The French, shall Flinch,
and bow to CHARLES Command.
God blesse the King, the Quéen, the Duke,
with all the Péeres beside,
And may the Lord of Host rebuke
the Dutch and French-mans pride:
Wée need not fear the Powers that come
from Paris, nor from Delf,
If we, then be,
at Peace within our Self.
FINIS.