Great Britain's Triumph;
Or, The Nation's JOY for a General PEACE, between the Potent Princes of Europe,
which was Sign'd the 10th of this Instant Sept. 1697, between the Ambassadors and Plenipoten-
tiaries of England, Spain, and Holland, on the Part of the Allies, and the King of France on the
other Part.
To the Tune of, The Evening Ramble.
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YOu Nobles, and Peers of the Kingdom,
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and Commons of e'ry Degree,
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Here's Tydings of Joy our Grief to destroy,
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a flourishing Land we shall see:
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Vast Armies no more shall invade,
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Nor Banners in Field be displayd,
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no Killing nor Slaying, nor Kingdoms Betraying,
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But now for a prosperous Trade,
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To make us all happy, our Joys to encrease,
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While Europe is Bless'd with a General Peace.
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Our Swords shall be turn'd into Plough-shares,
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and glittering Armour likewise,
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No longer we'll wear, for Lawrels prepare,
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true Peace is the Blessing we prise:
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Though Lewis was once in a huff,
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And we as couragious and tough,
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yet every Nation, without disputation,
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Of fighting, has fairly enough;
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Therefore let the Title of Conquering cease,
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While Europe is bless'd with a General Peace.
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Why should we stand longer contending,
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with Armies of Foot and of Horse;
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While War we maintain, a Conquest to gain,
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the Winner sits down by the loss:
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This has been consider'd of late,
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By Monarchs both glorious and great,
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wherefore they desire from Field to retire,
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For Peace is the prosperous State,
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The Wealths of all Kingdoms and Courts to increase
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This makes them conclude in a General Peace.
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The Plenipotentiaries of Europe,
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they met for that general Good,
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Whose Masters we find, are fairly inclind,
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to stop the effusion of Blood.
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God sent them a happy Successs,
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And all their Endeavours did bless
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in the Undertaking, while Peace they were making,
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And now we have had the Express,
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Of the happy Tydings our Joy to encrease,
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That Europe is bless'd with a General Peace.
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Our Champion and King of Great Britain,
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is honour'd by Lewis of France;
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Who owns him as King in everything,
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no Army shall ever advance
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Against him, or any Allies;
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Nay Cities and Castles likewise,
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and e'ry strong Tower, which is in his power,
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The which has been taken as Prize,
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He'll freely surrender, that fighting may cease,
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And Europe be bless'd with a General Peace.
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Himself he obliges on Honour,
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a Treaty of Peace to maintain,
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And while he shall live, no Aid will he give,
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to any Pretenders again,
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That ever by insolent ways,
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Should study new Troubles to raise,
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which lasting foundation of Peace to this Nation,
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Will bless us with flourishing Days:
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Neighbouring Nations from Fighting shall cease,
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As Europe is blest with a General Peace.
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The Merchant shall plow the wide Ocean,
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from Kingdom to Kingdom for Gold,
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Without any fear, the Seas being clear,
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and bring home their Treasure untold,
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To store us with Riches again,
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Then let us no longer complain;
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the War being ended, we shall be defended,
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And see a true prosperous Reign:
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Our Griefs will grow less and our Comforts encrease,
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As Europe is bless'd with a General Peace.
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The happy Effects of this Treaty,
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ascrib'd be't to Heaven alone;
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Who prosper'd our Prince, the World to convince,
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that still he should Reign on the Throne,
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To reap the sweet Fruits of his Toyl,
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Now, now, in a plentiful Isle;
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where long may he flourish, his People to nourish,
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Their Sorrows and Griefs to beguile:
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Ne'r doubt but our Comforts will daily encrease,
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As Europe is blest with a General Peace.
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