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58 SONGS AND BALLADS
All those designs are but to prove Ourselves more worthy of your love.
And now we've told you all our loves,
And likewise all our fears, In hopes this declaration moves
Some pity from your tears : Let's hear of no inconstancy, We have too much of that at sea.
With a fa, la, la, la, la.
Charles Sackville, Earl of Dorset, 1665.
THE ROYAL VICTORY.
Obtained (with the Providence of Almighty God) against the Dutch Fleet, June 2 and 3, 1665. A Fight as bloody (for the time and number) as ever was performed upon the Narrow Seas, giving a particular accompt of Seventeen Men of Warr taken ; Fourteen sunk and Fir'd. But forty that could escape of their whole Fleet, which at this time was hotly persued by the Earl of Sandwich. Their Admiral Opdam slain by the Duke of Yorke's own Frigat. Van Trump sunk by Captain Holmes.
The number of their kill'd then amounts to 10,000.
To the tune of Packington's Pound.
Let England, and Ireland, and Scotland rejoyce, And render thanksgiving with heart and with voice. That surly fanatick that now will not sing, Is false to the kingdom, and foe to the King;
For he that will grutch,
Our fortune is such, Doth deal for the devil, as well as the Dutch; For why should my nature or conscience repine, At taking of his life, that fain would have mine.