The Historie of Ivdith in Forme of a Poeme Penned in French, by the Noble Poet, G. Salust. Lord of Bartas. Englished by Tho. Hudson |
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The sheepherd of his flocke had now no care:
But fearing death fled to some mountaine bare.
The Craftsman now his lumes away hath laide:
The Marchant left his traffike and his trade,
To hide himselfe more safely in a vault:
Then in a Rampier, to sustaine th' assault.
The Lords esteemde them selfes in surer holde:
In Dennes of beasts, then castles gilt with golde.
Feare lent the wings for aged folke to flie,
And made them mount to places that were hie.
Feare made the wofull wemen for to beare,
Their cradles sweete to hilles that highest weare:
Feare made the wofull child to waile and weep,
For want of speede, on foote and hand to creep:
Al where was nothing hard but hideous cryes,
And pittious plaints that did the harts agryes.
But fearing death fled to some mountaine bare.
The Craftsman now his lumes away hath laide:
The Marchant left his traffike and his trade,
To hide himselfe more safely in a vault:
Then in a Rampier, to sustaine th' assault.
The Lords esteemde them selfes in surer holde:
In Dennes of beasts, then castles gilt with golde.
Feare lent the wings for aged folke to flie,
And made them mount to places that were hie.
Feare made the wofull wemen for to beare,
Their cradles sweete to hilles that highest weare:
Feare made the wofull child to waile and weep,
For want of speede, on foote and hand to creep:
Al where was nothing hard but hideous cryes,
And pittious plaints that did the harts agryes.
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