A Hue and Cry AFTER THE DUTCH FLEET OR Joyful Congratulations for our late VICTORY SHall Fires expire through Joy and yet shall I Express no sense of this Great VICTORY I swell and needs must burst if not declare My Joys as ample as our Conquests are Shall Bells in Changes Ring our GENERALS Praise Whilst some standstill and do no Trophies raise Unto their lasting Name Let all such be Hung up like Bells for their Malignity Shall roaring Oannons every where proclaim Our English HEROES everlasting Fame And I be Dumb Can ROYALISTS forbear To speak when they such joyful tidings hear Let Vultures Vipers and Wolveses clothed like Sheep Instead of joy be silent now and weep Whose Zeals Detraction and whose chiefest good Is traitorously to Spill not spend their Blood For King or Country whose late mischievous words Import more danger than the hostile Swords Of our now Vanquished Foes whose Reason Is flat Rebellion and their Truth is Treason ne'er hope that Dutchmen fed on Mire and Mud Shall bathe your Plots in the sweet scented Blood Of loyalists This was their fatal Lot They turned up Tromp but we the HONOURS got These Gamesters played for Fuel Food and Fish Instead thereof they 'll have this in their Dish That a small Sloop of Ours two Guns no more Should fight their Admiral on their own Shore For shame let 's not this Observation make That Our small Cock should make Their Lion Quake In this all Quarrels reconciled we see And no more talk of inconformity But like true English men we 'll make it known We 're for no King or Country but our Own Now give me leave to speak as to the Fight And first of the two Squadrons Red and White Never were Ships so thronged with Noble Spirits Striving t outvie each other by their Merits About to Fight they one and all did cry We for our Country willing are to die These joyful Shouts excited us to Fight But made their Courage show itself in flight Our Valour caused Horror to appear In their pale Faces and distracting Fear Did so enslave their Hearts that straight they run A most approved way by them to shun Approaching harm we in the Rear pursue Leaving a share o' th' Conquest to the BLUE Brave SMITH hath verified on the Main This proverb that True Blue will never Slain Environed round with Foes with Fire and Smoke Made the Dutch know he had an heart of OAK Death staring in his Face he still did mind To husband all th' advantages of Wind His Foes did wait Him but at last did meet They'd paid for waiting were they not too Fleet If ought th' had cause to boast of heretofore   more then ev'ned that pretended Score This Conquest shows our GENERALS understand A Kingdom's Steerage and how to Command   so out done themselves their Actions past Seems but as Gleams and Shadows of this Last For which eternal Bays their Brows adorn And time shall never see their Race outworn Beloved by PRINCES and by all desired By Holland feared and by the World admired Printed with Allowance LONDON Printed by L. Miller for Richard Head 1666.