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John Dryden - Satire On The DutchJohn Dryden - Satire On The Dutch
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As needy gallants, in the scrivener`s hands, Court the rich knaves that gripe their mortgaged lands; The first fat buck of all the season`s sent, And keeper takes no fee in compliment; The dotage of some Englishmen is such, To fawn on those who ruin them,—the Dutch. They shall have all, rather than make a war With those who of the same religion are. The Straits, the Guinea trade, the herrings too; Nay, to keep friendship, they shall pickle you. Some are resolved not to find out the cheat, But, cuckold-like, love them that do the feat. What injuries soe`er upon us fall, Yet still the same religion answers all:— Religion wheedled us to civil war, Drew English blood, and Dutchmen`s now would spare. Be gulled no longer, for you`ll find it true, They have no more religion, faith! than you. Interest`s the god they worship in their state; And we, I take it, have not much of that. Well monarchies may own religion`s name; But states are atheists in their very frame. They share a sin; and such proportions fall, That, like a stink, `tis nothing to them all. Think on their rapine, falsehood, cruelty, And that, what once they were they still would be. To one well-born the affront is worse and more, When he`s abused and baffled by a boor, With an ill grace the Dutch their mischiefs do; They`ve both ill nature and ill manners too. Well may they boast themselves an ancient nation; For they were bred ere manners were in fashion: And their new commonwealth hath set them free Only from honour and civility. Venetians do not more uncouthly ride, Than did their lubber state mankind bestride; Their sway became them with as ill a mein, As their own paunches swell above their chin. Yet is their empire no true growth, but humour, And only two kings` touch can cure the tumour. As Cato fruits of Afric did display, Let us before our eyes their Indies lay: All loyal English will like him conclude,— Let Cæsar live, and Carthage be subdued.
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