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Du Bartas

His Divine Weekes And Workes with A Compleate Collectio[n] of all the other most delight-full Workes: Translated and written by yt famous Philomusus: Iosvah Sylvester

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Sonnet 16.

[They be too blame then, that thy boldness blame]

They be too blame then, that thy boldness blame,
For hauing put thy self so oft in danger:
Sith against Rebels and against the Stranger,
Thy looks, like lightning, did thy Troops inflame.
Fraunce fought before, all bloody, faint, and lame,
Crauing thine aid to venge her hatefull wrong;
When, like a Lion to preserue her yong
Thou layd'st about thee to redeeme the same.
Then hadst thou cause to hazard so thy life
(In extream perils, extream remedies.)
But spare thee now, thy State is free from strife:
Soueraign, our safety in thy safety lies.
Codrus could keep his, onely by his death:
Thou thine, alone by thine owne liuing breath.