The Triumphs of four Nations;
OR,
A happy Conclusion of Peace,
Betwixt England, France, Denmark, and Holland.
As it was confirmd 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 head England & lay by thy mourning,
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thy much desird long absent Peace is returning
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Like health after sicknesse, and ease after pain;
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Like joy after sorrow, or Sun after Rain:
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The sound of it comes,
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Muc[h] sweeter than Drums,
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And more welcom is unto all the Kingdoms;
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By Truth, Love and friendship, delights do encrease,
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The Joyes of a Nation is Plenty and Peace.
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Last Sunday was sennight at Breday twas pas[t]
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Which I hope will prove all our comforts at la[st]
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The Plenipotentiaries signed to peace,
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That our bound up trading might have a release
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The townsmen did laugh,
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Rejoyce, sing, and quaffe,
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Thrice round about Breda the Canons we [?]
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The Musketeers made many vollies to rattle,
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And Trumpets did sound as in heat of a Battle
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By Truth, etc.
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The Second Part, to the same Tune,
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SIr John Coventry unto White-hall did bring,
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Last Friday this happy brave News to the King
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Which filld all their hearts with such pleasure & joy,
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They cast up their Caps & sung Vive le Roy,
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That we do agree,
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With our Enemy,
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The Dane, Dutch, and French are as joyful as we
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The Dutch who in victual did not so abound,
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Paid more for an ounce than we paid for a pound..
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By Truth, Love & Friendship, delights do increase.
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The strength of a Nation is Plenty and Peace.
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The French-man hath reason this peace to desire
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Because he hath many more Irons ith fire;
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The Dane without trading will never grow rich
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The best of his Lading is Fir-pole and Pitch;
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Then let us with joy,
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Our Talent employ,
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And fill Ships with goods that were wont to destroy
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When Vessels bare nothing but Powder & Lead,
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The Traders, and Laders, and trading is dead,
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By Truth, etc.
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Why should we not live all as brother with brother
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The Scripture commands us not to love one another
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Why should not contention and dissention cease,
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Since the King of all Kings to the Prince of all Peace
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By union we may,
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Both prosper and pay,
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By discord we do one another betray,
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The Devil and Discord like Lightning & Thunder
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In June and July are seldom asunder:
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By Truth, etc.
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If Peace doth continue without and within,
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I hope London City will be built again,
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Which was much retarded for want of a Peace,
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For what man can build where no Foundation is;
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Without it theres none,
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Will build on his own,
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Peace is the foundation, & the corner stone,
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If we have not Peace both upon Sea and Land,
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The Cities foundation will be in the Sand,
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By Truth, etc.
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All workmen from all parts of England may come
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To work and get mony without fear of Drum,
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The Country man now will to labour be willing,
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Not fearing to be burnd ith hand with a shilling
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The Gun and the Drum,
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Will shortly be dumb,
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Then Madge may have Roger, & Tib may have Tom;
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Now howling, & scowling amongst the kind-heartes
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Shal be left with young Wenches for Sweet-hearts departed:
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By Truth, etc.
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Our Merchants upon the green Ocean so curld
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Shal safely passe free to all parts of the world,
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And in their deep bottoms bring silks and slip slops
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To please pretty Ladies and Citie wives chops,
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Figs, Almonds and Spice,
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With Sugar and Rice,
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Which is a young Gentlewomans Paradice
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Then silver and gold (so dangerous in power)
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Like Traitors, shall both be committed to th Tower
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By Truth, etc.
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Then singing and Musick will be in request,
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And Jugge shall be dancing as wel as the best,
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About the green May-pole, with Gillian and Jack,
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For Ale and Stewd Pruens for Custard & Cake;
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True Charity then,
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Will be amonst men.
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Or else we may look for these troubles agen,
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Short comforts wil be in a Nation no doubt,
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Where Peace is concluded, and God is left out.
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By Truth, etc.
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God bless this peace to us with a right and understanding.
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Keep our hearts and mindes under his great commanding;
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God bless King & Kingdom and send that our hate
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Unto one another in Church and in State,
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May be nullifid,
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God keep us from Pride,
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Ambition, Wrath, Malice & Discord beside;
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when nation fights nation, & brother beats brother
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They are like earthen vessels that break one another
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By Truth, Love, and Friendship, etc.
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