Nederlandse sonnetten voor de Engelssprekende wereld (3)
Door Cornelis W. Schoneveld
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? J.W.P. [v.] D[AM] (1621-1706)
You, wealthy Folk, with cinnamons and ointments healing,
Pearls, precious stones, and other valuables in clove,
Spread through the East, do prove the power you love,
Warehouses stacking to the full, by your wide dealing:
Now does the Briton false, intent on robbing, stealing,
Make a demand, which rightly you denied, by which he strove
To dress his naked Majesty with all your treasure trove,
So as to be th’ Ocean’s Master-in-command in feeling.
If you concede his thrift, his thirst for gold, right now,
Though still a calf, next year he’ll claim to be the cow;
Then who can stop the wish of empty entrails wailing?
Give rather ships, crew, arms, and shot, for him to indulge.
The famished Beast will then, while soon the sails will bulge,
Fill up his famished paunch till, bursting, it’s derailing.