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The poems of George Daniel

... From the original mss. in the British Museum: Hitherto unprinted. Edited, with introduction, notes, and illustrations, portrait, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart: In four volumes

Daniel, George (1616-1657)

II.

III, IV.

The severall Raignes of Richard the Second Henrie the Fourth, & Henrie the Fifth

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The Raigne of Henry the Fourth.

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The Raigne of Henrie the Fifth.

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Idyllia.

[Man yet a Stranger from ye Africke Side]

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The Raigne of Henrie the Fifth.

1

Soe Springs the day, a happie omen to
Our purpose, if the facultye be yet
Remaineing in the Tribe; & Gloryes grow
From many Dayes, in this One, to be met;
'Tis more then Chance; this day begins the Storye
An Anniverse of All our English Glorye.

2

Wee Riddle not with letters; neither racke
Indifferent Numbers to Necessitye;
Nor vrge bold Criticismes, nor offer weake
Dreames of Coniecture, in the fallacye
Of our Affection; as though Truth & Witt,
Needed an Astrolabe, to make 'em hitt.

3

The Drowsie Soule, neglects an offer'd Time,
And Swimm's his Age away in Careless Dreams;
Wee flatter not ourselves; for verses Clime
Vp with his Ladder; & Survey extreames
Of his Dominion; to the Light, he weares
The God of both Appollo, Chart'red verse.

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4

Whilst others Then (vnblam'd) in Thirsty Zeale,
Express their wishes; & provoke their Braines
To Celebrate the Day, as did they feele
New Passions Spring, & Blood enrich the veines,
Inspiréd from his Name; fully Possest,
Become entranc'd; the morneing tells the rest.

5

Wee calmely offer, (what our Pietye
Chose rather, to the honour of the Day)
Numbers, of force; if yet some Dietye
Bee not offended) Iove, & Phœbus say
Goe on & Prosper; Crowne the Sacrifice
Of our Endeavour, far-seene Prophecies!

6

How well to mee (the meanest that attend
With incense readie) doth the Day fall out
Who Act my owne? vnder his Gloryes Skreen'd
An humble wayter; as 'twer borne, to doe 't;
And were not that some Cloud, I durst pronounce
Wonders; but 'tis enough, wee see 'em once.

7

The calme Tabernacle of our Hopes,
Our fervent vowes ascend; 'tis All what sad
Restraint allowes our zeale; & many stopps
Of Passion, Checke the Current of a Glad
Intention. Stay! the Auspicie, prevents
Our feare, & Chides the Error of Complaints.

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8

Bright as the Mid-day Sun, when banish't Clouds
Bind vp the Hemisphere; as Soft
As new-Inspiréd Ayre; Sweet as the Budds
Of Virgin Roses pluk't; if from these oft
Repeated Similies, you gather how
Wee Spread, to Close, 'tis well, but these are Low.

9

Full-Swelling as the Womb of Nature, when
She gave a Birth to formes; Cleare as her Eye
To Iudge her Issue; Such should be the Pen
Must vndertake this taske; Soe great, Soe high;
That never Truth, yet a Iudge, (as once she stood
O're Men & Things) She might assert it Good.

10

But when Our humble Letters, Spell'd at best
Make only words; & words, well-ioynéd Speake
But halfe our Thoughts; how narrowly exprest
May this Appeare! for high Conceptions breake
To loose their force; & Wee but vtter Things
As full-swolne Banks wast Water from their Springs.

11

This Age is Barren; for Spent Prophecie
Chalks out a Sybill, chosen by her fate;
Raptures are now but Dreames in Poesye,
And verse is noe more Charme; it is; I was,
My selfe, bid Say; what Probabilitye
Denies a Truth, firme-written Destinye.

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12

'Tis now the night; but Rampant Darknes whets
The Clouds vnto their Ruine, in his hast;
Forgotten Light, restor'd; Calme state befitts
Iust Glory, now Approaching, now defac't;
And though I cannot Speake it, you may see,
—Pull by the Curtaine,—by what meanes 't may be.

13

Wee who haue found the Ends, can Twist the Cord
Of fate, to fetter Time; & draw him in
By plyant hands, more manag'd with a word
Fitly pronounc'd, then had he servile bin
In Copper Gvives; or Adamantine Chaines
Which he trots of, or breaks, as Slender Reins.

14

The Glory of this Day perfects the King
Of his imposéd Tasque; as were the yeare
Beat in a Plott, & Dayes were Curvetting;
Here, he bounds; done his worke, to begin here
The wheele of a new Travell; well pursued
If by a Circle, Ioy may be Renewed.

15

A mid-day Starre gives Light; the mid-day Light
Affronted, hides his Head; wee have found it since
Our Sun of hopes at Noone, buried in Night;
The Starre's removéd Light, nere Influence
Ensues; for all Phœnomena doe stand
Vnto the Text of fate a guiding hand.

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16

This full Quotation, by an Asterisme
Set in the Margent of a middle Page;
Meanes at a Sence, above the Solæcisme
Of Darke Coniectures; One Day writes an Age;
Though a Good hand, pussle an Eye to Read 't
A Pater-Noster, in a Penny Breadth.

17

Thou who art left expositor, when Time
Shall wing thee fitt, to open out the Scroll;
Discover by some Steps, how wee may Clime
T'arrive that Magicke Truth; which wee, a dull
Raw Generation, in the Salt of Earth
Pickles, and are afraid to bring it forth.

18

When these Genethliake Rages are made out
The Sober Obiects of a well-taught Mind;
And fancy shall submit to what wee brought,
Iust Story; Fate determined, Fate Design'd;
Then by Compareing Coppies, 't will appear
Man Legible, is the same Character.

19

For let not Names illude vs; when wee heare
Great Things, they carry all their Ornament
Done by an English Harrie, as they were
Foyl'd, by a Greeke or Romane President;
Though Love & Honour often better frame
Faith, at a Distance, in a forreigne Name.

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20

Thus the wild Braines of younger follies drawe
Imagin'd Beauties in Repeated Names;
And fitt their fancyes to a certaine Awe
Of Syllables; Soe Cleopatra claims
Life to this Day; & bright Poppæa weares
Some Charme yet, interwoven with her haires.

21

For tender Passions easily provoke
Themselves, from Blood & Names to trafficke in
Addittaments of fancy; Ayre & Looke,
Fingers & Nayles & Teeth, have motives beene
To keep the Tide still floating; soe wee raise
Small Things, by Great Names done; the Shreds of Praise.

22

As though a Scipio, or a Hanibal
An Alexander, or a Pompey, great
By the favor of their Age; had ingrost All
The Stocke of Honour from vnfortunate
Posteritye; & humane Race but tooke
Reflected Glory, as on them they looke.

23

These engineeres in fame doe thus maintaine
Their Syracusa from Assault; & fright
With a Rope's End, the gapeing world. How plaine
The Batterye of their Names, rais'd to a Height,
Secures the Cittadel that Coward Quills
Doe not Approach but veiw it from the Hills!

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24

Blame mee not therfore, if (the Seige, thus rais'd)
I with the rest, become a Looker on;
Till Harrie, as Marcellus, (better prais'd
In his owne Conduct,) force the wall & Towne;
And lead vs on Tryvmphant through the Port
Of Victorye, to Honour's Splendent Court.

25

But now the Palsey of the common Earth,
Trembles my Quill, & Spatters out my Inke;
The weake Support of Historie holds forth
A broken Crutch; my fancy 'gins to Shrinke,
Attending Him; the Leggs of Greece, wch Stood
Strength to the world, nere knew a Richer Load.

26

Hee (who had summ'd the Glory of them both
And Spann'd their vertues, a Proportion
Within himselfe,) knew both the forme & growth
Of their best Plants; without addition
From the wat'ring-Potts of Eyther; Hee,
Needs not draw water, whose Sap maintaines the Tree.

27

Who could obserue, from Selfe-Sprung Principles,
The Rigour of their teachings; & Act out
Their Glories, Letters; his owne Syllables
Run vp, in words, to give a Sence, which nought
May open, but the force of his Great Name;
To be Read, All wee know, All They Claime.

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28

Now to the Storye: See him enter on
A Kingdome, rent & mangled, gapeing wide
In wounds of Faction; Application
Helps to the Cure. But where the Spirits are tyed
By mutuall Sympathy, the worke is done
As sure, as by State-plaisters, far more soone.

29

The vnresisted Emanations
Of a true Maiestie, without Effect
Never returne, but baffle Questions
To their Activity vncircumscript;
At least where dull Philosophy, confines
The Sphære, or rather, Men Square her, by Lines.

30

The Rigid Thesis! nothing workes beyond
His Sphære! how taught? how from thence shall Spring
A Legion of Doubts? and the well-Shrin'd
Axiome, was left A Poesie for a King:
The Stagirite who said it, saw how farre
Spirits may worke, but he prescribes no Sphere.

31

Wee Question not the Inactivityes
Of grosser Mixtures, then in Harrye's Blood;
Where the Apotheocarye, to his Price
May force its Spirits; but when Nature proud
To better Ends, send such a Casket, stor'd
With State-Salve, & wee take it on her word;

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32

If it be true in Nature; rather if
Plynie's Relation be of Nature true,
And wee may fancy out what he doth give
For Story; Harry stood the Adamant, wch drew
The Coasting Iron from the late proud Keeles;
An Arméd Rocke; & they renounce their Steeles.

33

All bring the Tribute of their Loyaltie
Wth out Demand; & offer out their Strength
Without Security, if Royaltie
Be not more warrant; Some are taught at length
The follye of their Rigours; to convince
Exacted duties, bindinge from the Prince.

34

The Glory of his Person, the Great hopes
By former Actions taught, to future Things;
Bend the long-knotted Nobles; & the Ropes
Of Popularitie fall, limber Strings;
Credit old Fame, wch tells you Stones & Trees
Leap't to their vse; They were but euen as These.

35

Men cent'red to Selfe-Interest & lock't
To their wild Causes, melted by a Touch;
Which might peirce deeper, from themselves provok't;
Well-wrought Materialls knitt the frame to which
They were Intended; & the Golden String
May thus, a Thebes, erect to every King.

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36

A Glorious Policye; & in that way
I cannot thinke our Harrye was out-wrought;
Or was it Number'd verse? let Orpheus play;
Our Harrye has a deeper, Sweeter Note
And from soft Groves, could his owne Act reherse
As high as Pindare, or Tyrtæus' verse.

37

That infancy of Time, (when vnfledg'd Witt
Imp't from the raggéd Sarcill Chaucer drop't)
Was Smooth'd by him a-new; & fancy knitt
Harmonious Sence; it is but to be hop'd
A King & Poet; if it shall be Seene
Nature full-handed, made that Age to Him.

38

See now his Pietye; for ere he seat
Himselfe, he iustly claimes it to enthrone
Deposéd Ashes; if a Muse, now great
As Maro's were to breath, this Act alone
Might raise a Poem; Vertue doth not flye
In acts of Nature, but of Pietye.

39

If Great Æneas, for his care & Toyle
Live in his Name; the obligation bound
His duty; & the Goddesse lov'd, erewhile
Exacted more; a Parent! 'tis not found
By narrow words, what wee ought t'vndertake
In such a Case, where they prevention make.

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40

But here, where Harrye, (noe relation
But Iust to the iniur'd dust) is seene
Charg'd wth as full a Load; & by Translation
Forgotten Richard, marryes to his Queene;
Whom Death and Tyrranny had long divorc't:
Glad Ashes meeting; mixt, One Both Endors't.

41

Richard, whose Bones, with vnmeet Covering
Slept in a Cottage; Harry doth remove
To better lodging; vrnes him, like a King
And gives nere Life to Him, to meet his Love;
If Dust Inanimate, retaine what Life
Imprest, he warmes againe to meet his wife.

42

Royall Solemnity! now Richard Lyes
Full Quiet, to his honour & his Choice;
Murder forgiven in his Obsequies!
Shrin'd neare a Martyr, to his Nuptiall Ioyes!
Resolveing it, a Sacrament not Lost
Which may be iterated, even in Dust.

43

And as a Monument repaires that House
In Pietye, wch Richard's Passion
Whilome Subverted; Sheen, (made Glorious
In Harrye's bounty) may recount, foregon
Delights; ev'n Richard's folly, in her Dust
New fronts her Turrets, with a treble Boast.

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44

Nor stayes he here; Dead Ashes, Harry knew
Are the same Mold & Earth for any Place;
Hee cutts a larger Sphære; performes a Due
To the ne're-Dyinge Part; & knowes noe Ease
Can be in Ashes, when the parted Ayre
Wanders; he gives a Requiem, worth his Care.

45

Devotion, laught at now; as where wee bring
New doctrines, to a well-resolved Truth;
Contempt, from thence, workes by new hammering
A Fish-hooke, from an Anchor; let the mouth
Of Errour, in a Dungeon ope, Shee's heard;
But wisedome, in the Streets, wth out regard.

46

And that wee may not arrogate all new
Vnto ourselves; as were Religion
The Partrige hatchéd in our Age, which flew
With shell on's head, for hast, where others run;
'Twas Gutlin, then but throwne out by the Rest.
An evill Bird, defileing its owne Nest.

47

The Worthy Sr whom Falstaffe's ill-vs'd Name
Personates on the Stage, lest Scandall might
Creep backward & blott Martyr; were a Shame,
Though Shakespeare Story, & Fox legend write;
That Manual where dearth of Story brought
Such Sts worthy this Age, to make it out.

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48

But New-Sprung doctrines, Liberty layd out,
May force her Plea & shall in noe Age want
Abettors; as 'tis easier to Doubt
Where Rigour curbs; & every man will grant
What he desires; noe knot of Syllogisme
Needs bind, where willing Sence, appeares the Schisme.

49

That he might haue his Capons, fryday fare,
And Peter's Sheet for Lent, his Table Cloth;
He claps vpon the Dung hills; nere & farre
Red Craven Cocks come in; but these for Broth,
An ore-Boyld Cullice, in Religion,
Carv'd out cold Ielly, by his Rebel Spoone.

50

Another Knight but of noe great Account
(Soe say his freinds) was one of these new Saints
A Preist! but the fatt Mault-Man! (if you don't
Remember him, Sr Iohn has let his rants)
Flye backward, the first Knight to be made
And golden Spurres, hee, in his Bosome had.

51

Soe says my Textuary; for I am brought
To vse their words more willingly, in things
Where they are Partiall; lest I be thought
To Speake with preiudice; the firmest winges
May Strike a Plaine, of pleasure, wth out blame;
Wee to the Subiect, Stile, & Accents frame.

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52

For shall we blame Rebellion, in Act,
And vrge it, as our owne, an open Sence?
Bring well-fyl'd Numbers, Treason strongly back't
In the Assert of Language? noe offence!
Wee flatt in this, least Syllables too proud
Might make mee guilty, them misvnderstood.

53

As the first Author of Devision rais'd
A Rebell Legion, vnder faire Pretence;
These (not to Staine their Pedigree, well-prais'd
In such an Ancestor) conferre the Sence
Of their Intentions, sūm'd by Aggravation
Of Old, to Informe new, a Reformation.

54

But 'tis enough; they perisht in theyr lewd
Attempt of Treason; I should be to blame
To detaine Harrie, in this Rebell Crowd,
When Nobler Actions calls; Hee, not soe tame,
Breaks through their Trammells wth a foot of Scorne,
To pursue Glories, whilst they hang or burne.

55

Be not offended if you looke vpon
The Chicke start from that Egge; in every Age
The feathers stand wrong way; Religion
Is a bold Herauld Growne, from a soft Page,
Attending Loyaltie; & if wee blame
Defections now, they wrought by the same frame.

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56

For nothing's Spoke to trouble Sober heads,
Who walke in their calme Principles; but all
The world (not read) may see how far it Spreads
To vindicate all Riot; when wee call
The Sword of Faith, (wch every Arme may weild)
A well-rays'd force; wee carry but the Sheild.

57

The Conventicles met; & would derive
Their Zeale, some Centuries; the Preist promotes
Their Actings, lawfull, pure, & Primitive;
The first Sts, liveing in Remoter Grotts,
Had such feild-meetings; but he lost his Text;
The Crou'd came in & made it good he Preach't.

58

A new Church Militant! and sure that word
Provokes ill vnderstanders, to those Armes;
Prayer's, a faint dry-blow, but the keene-edg'd Sword
Flyes with full Spirit; & the Struggle warmes
An Active faith; fixt Eyes, & bended Knees
Are lazy Christians; & but Cloystered Ease.

59

These Trencher-Sts; full-paunch't Boetians,
Contemne all Bodies bred in purer Ayre,
As Atticke leanness; dry deuotions;
And reckon Blessings by their Bill of fare;
When the good Creature, offer'd dayly twice
Opens their Mouth, & Shutt their Eating Eyes.

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60

Thus travail'd faith (as weary to be sett
In the leane pasture of a Barren Rocke)
Now Garrisons where this Old-Castle, fitt
With better pastures, tempted; if yod looke
Religion vagrant, Strictly in the Face
Since She left Church, she Sneaks in any Place.

61

For when the Holie Place became a Scorne,
And keene devotion swett in Corner-prayers;
Each found his owne Conueniency t'adorne
The Seruice; & a lobby, or darke Stayres,
A Feild-house, or a Barne, for better Stands;
Their walking Temples are not built wth hands.

62

'Tis but the same, wee over-acted See
Though are pleas'd to winke vpon that breach,
Which was as farre (to looke Iudiciously)
A rent, from truth as any they now teach;
The Seam-les Coate, was torne then; Babes in Grace
Rippe it on further, from the Broken place.

63

As had the midland Sea (whose full retreate
Into the bowels of her owne Sprung waves)
Bin open'd out, by ill-spent toyle, to meet
The Red-Sea; once-fam'd Memphis and the Sheaves
Of fertile Egipt had beene lost; the gaines
For what, was Ginger, Traffick't wth less Paines.

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64

The Fire's not yet extinct: Some lurkeing Seeds
Glowe, Rak'd together, in a Parliament;
Like Dunghill Scraps, made fuell, the Smoake Spreads
An evill Odour; Proverbs are not lent
As meerly vseless Sayings; this Smoake flyes
Still in the fairest Face the Clergies Eyes.

65

And had not the Great Prelate, to direct
Its growing Course set ope a wider doore;
Who knowes the dire Effect, wch might have Start
From its pent Furie? Hee, to cleare that Score
Layes vp another Vlcer, fitt to Lance
The Tumor'd Wombe, of long-neglected France.

66

And drawes the formall Title, a Iust Plea
For English Armes, to Advocate how farre
The Salique Law was binding; wch they Say
Was kept Inviolate, he makes appeare
A Trifle, in their owne Succession
A worne out weake Germane Tradition.

67

And fires them vp, by the repeated Names
Of Ancestrie, which in Third Edward's Raigne,
Soe Noblie Sought that Right; worthy their fames
As well as Blood: nor could They Present Staine
The mention of their Grandsires any way
Soe much, as by neglect, or by Delay.

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68

This the great Eye-sore, of Swolne Prelacie,
Removéd was: and forreigne obiects fill
All Braines with Expectation; Fancies flye
Vpon this new Designe; as ore a Hill,
Where lanke-wing'd Puttocks hope to catch their Prey
They hover, till it Stirre, and Swoop't away.

69

Fancie of future Things, to please the Sence
Is Nature's Kite, in our Humanitie;
Deepe guilt, feeding on Small Birds, in Expence
Of many many flights, with downe-cast Eyes,
Whence She expects another Gorge at Night,
But Slips the mountinge Larke; too Strong a flight.

70

The Shrill Alarum, from the Archbishop's mouth
Was (if it may be call'd) the Trumpet's Sound;
Rais'd English Spirits from their Graves of Sloth
And Pulpit Drums awake the Iland round;
All Boanerges; Ianus thus reverst,
Is Peace or Warre, well-handled by the Preist.

71

But first, (for the Solemnitie setts off
All vndertakeinges) by Embassadors,
Harrie Præferrs his Title; and doth move
Some distant Ceremonies; not the Warres
Were sought by him; but he Demands his Right
And must expect, or force it out by fight.

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72

This Confident Dispatch, made an Amaze
In the french Court; the hott-brain'd Dolphin, takes
It, with Laughter, in his father's face;
And quick, at french returnes, in loud Scorne Speakes
His Thoughts, to vndervalue what was Sent;
Yet, ere he quitts them, gives the Complement.

73

Tell your young King, wee vnderstood how farre
His Claime extends; but 'tis enough if Hee
Manage his owne; let him not Seeke a Warre
Of disadvantage; yet that he may be
Not Idle to his Yeares, wee send him back
These Tennis-Balls, for Recreation Sake.

74

Y'are soe dismist; And soe they did returne
Vnto the King; who Shells himselfe, to See
Wthin himselfe, the Obiect of this Scorne;
Breakes Soberly resolv'd, Soe prosper mee
As I intend, to play this Sett, with Him
Who has more Skill, but not a Bolder Lymne.

75

Wee'le trye the Dextrous Mounsieur, if his Art
At Racket, be a Rampier to his Townes
And how the Hazard, (Raillerie a-part,)
Can best be forcéd; if wee venture Crownes,
Let's trye it Noblye; and to make him Sport
With Odds I'le venture it, in his owne Court.

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76

This said, he fitts himselfe, with Eager hast
To make his promise out; but ere he move
Provides due Strengths vnto the double wast
Threatned at home; for yet the Welch-men rove
The Marches and the Scotts were fitt to make
Their inroades; if he should but turne his Backe.

77

Secure at home Hee with a bolder foot
May tread the Face, of Sea-Devided France:
The Dolphin who had run his Errour out
In Rashnes, calmes, and with a Complaisance
Discends to his Discretion; over-hast
In Passions, See but errors, when they're past.

78

Large offers, by Ambassadours he Sends;
But Harrie's Aime was farre beyond his guift;
Strongly insisting on his first Demands,
The Realme of France in Dower; and yet that left
Vnto his Choice, as he might after Suit
Affection; not by Covenant bound vnto 't.

79

The Crowne his Right, and if vpon that Grant
Their Tender, to his Iudgment did agree,
Hee would to please Himselfe, his Title plant
In their Collaterall Blood: but as to be
Honour, conferr'd to Them; and noe Advance
Accrued from thence, vnto his Claime of France.

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This fixéd Temper, in a King made out
His glorious fortunes; nothing leads a Prince
To Fame Soe Soone, as his owne resolute
Determinations once layd out t'Evince
Them Noble in the Pursuite; Well Begun
Steps from an Offer, and is eas'lie done.

81

But difficult Progressions, worthie are
The Management of Kinges; Each Cōmon Head
Hammers a Noble Act; and makes it faire
What might have beene; let their Example lead
To the fit is, and shall; for noe pretence
Of Grāmar, makeing moods, confines their Tense.

82

Princes are still Secure, where they Act out
Their vndertakeings, by Resolvéd Lines;
And by Sage fore-cast, orbe themselves about
Impenetrable Spheres; in Great Designes
Irresolution, doth as Dreadfull rise
As Caput Algot, in Nativities.

83

The french Arch-Bishop, inlie vext to heare
Soe high a Constancie; Extenuates
His Master's Offer; as not done in feare
But a Religious care, to both the States;
The Cōmon Plea of Prelates; Policie
Taught Zeale, and Interest, Christian Charitie.

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84

The King, vnmov'd by Importunitie
Of their first Offers; thus incenséd more
Returnes, his Strict Intention Soberlie,
The Same at first; 'twas not a Wife, or Dower
Might tempt him from his Right, nor the high Set
Oration of a Preist, could alter it.

85

Back with this full resolve, the Archbishop goes,
The french expect the nere Invasion
Scarce confident in Numbers, to oppose
An Iland force; what mightie preparation
Spreads his Dominion! what huge Levies are
Exacted to maintaine, the Approaching Warre!

86

Thus Enimies to honour Harrie, Strive,
By an acknowledgment of Somewhat more
Then could be Seene; for Princes (where they give
The Expectation of invading power
Their Terror), muster to the Enimie
Encouragement; which leads to Victorie.

87

Let Harrie live; whose fame soe Earlie Sprung
(In narrow feilds, of a small Iland pent)
Leapt ore the Sea-wrought Channell; and by Strong
Impulsive meanes, Subdued the Continent;
For trembling France, Strucke through wth his Name
Gave him this Trivmph, ere hee Conquer'd Them.

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88

By what Strange means may wee discusse the Power
Of Fate to her Invisible Decree?
Harrie was younge; his Name had yet noe more
Glorie then Title. Some Strange Destinie
Runns through the World; & proper Passions fitts
To Presage wonder, farre beyond our Witts.

89

Harrie (whose fame, had made an open way
Ere yet his Arme appear'd;) forms his designe
Full second to their fears; lest some delay
Had lessen'd his now Springing Glories, in
Opinion. 'Tis not the least Policie
To Maintaine Terrors; let them calme, they Dye.

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The Fresh Nobilitie, (whose blood did Claime
Iustlie their Titles) bring their willing hands,
And well-rais'd Powers; the Gentry Second them;
The well taught Cōmons voluntary Bands
Come vp t'Attend the hope of this Designe;
A Sprightlie Bodie, knit in Discipline.

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What hinders? now the Army fitt, the wind
Sitts faire, and the calme Sea Smiles, to invite
Great Harrie, to his Purpose; fortune kind
Encourageth the well-rigg'd willing Fleet
A Prosperous Voyage: for wee boldlie Read
Good fortunes lay'd out, where 'tis writ, God Speed.

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What horror stops my Quill? ere yet aboard
We see the Royall Fraught, a Land-Leake Springs.
What France might but expect, by an Abhorr'd
Treason, is soe contriv'd. The Blood of Kings
Is but thin Guilt, and washt of Loyaltie,
Burnish't, a brighter Mettall fitts the Eye.

93

Let not the Sun be proud, that high-wrought drosse
Shines from his flame-irradiated Earth;
A Bodie from his Life, rais'd to his Losse;
And Pleads, its Generation less then Birth
From Father, Life, and Forme, but yet retaines
More Mother, Sucking Nature, from her veines:

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And yet vnwillingly displaies his face,
His Father's Image, to his Father's Eye;
Darkness still loves, and doth but Change the Place
Ev'n mixed, above Ground; a bastard flye,
Corrupting where it breaths; Soe vnlike the Sun
Degenerating Putrefaction.

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Strange power of Gold; to whom the better wrought
Solar productions, willingly resigne;
And Actuated Earth is over-bought
By a rude Clodd; Gold alone is Devine
Vnto our Natures; 'tis in Policie
A Cordiall Sure, what ere't in Phisick be.

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'Tis more then meere Dull Earth, remotely, which
Can worke vpon the Blood; let Such as doubt
Related Magnetismes, and yeild but Touch
Effective operation; See 't made out
By many the Examples; where this Clodd
Is Substantive, but one way vnderstood.

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This strange Effluencie had Thrill'd the veins
Of Some whose Blood, imagin'd 'bove its power
Doth more assert its force; when by fit meanes
The Agent meets, its Subiect, 'twill doe more
Then rudely wrapt, in a Contiguous heape
Where Spirits Choake themselves, lay'd vp to Sleepe.

98

The Treasurer, (how double in his Curse?
Hee bore the Bagge betray'd him!) for a Price
Mercates his Maister, to extend his Purse;
And handy-Capps some Crownes; may the boot rise
To the boot Worthy; Councell, Blood, nor Trust
May Secure Princes; onlie Vertue must.

99

The Treasurer with Grey, a Northerne Knight
And the Earle of Cambridge, (whose relations
Were nere the King) had laid it, how they might
If not destroy the King, deferre invasions
By Tumults, rais'd at home; that France may Sitt
To See, our Warre-tost Realme, and laugh at it.

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Mortimer, Earle of March, in the right Line
Discendent, and to fore declaréd Heire
Must vndertake his fatall claime againe
If haply Richard liv'd not; for as 't were
The world were willingly Enchanted; 't was
Rumor'd, Hee liv'd obscure, at such a Place.

101

The fame of conceal'd Princes, when She Speaks
Their Being, gives not certaine Residence;
But with wild Lapwing Ambages, oretakes
The former Quest; still beating out, from whence
She Nests indeed; carrying vs soe farre-flowne
As farre to Seek, there is, as were there none.

102

These three had wrought at distance, (to advance
Their Drift) with Old Castle; who now in Wales
Quash't in Religion, Treason doth enhance;
And Spreads a worne-out Title, with full Sayles;
To prevent Soveraigntie; not that he reck't
Who wore it worthy, but did both neglect.

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But faire pretence leads on; and the Dull Heard
Front-tickled, yeild themselves into his hand;
For painted Loyaltie, is a Gay word;
All Eyes may Read, what few but vnderstand;
As nothing, might the Brittish Pallat please
But Loyaltie outliv'd, and toasted Cheese.

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104

The Three were Apprehended, and Convict
Of the Great Treason, they had practizéd;
Surpriséd Guilt, has nothing to protect
Its head from Iustice; 'tis enough wee read
They Suffer'd; and this darke State-threat'ning Cloud
Dissolvéd Aire, falls in a Showre of Blood.

105

And now the King, with confident presage
Of future Glories, cutts the willing Maine;
A Navigable Campe, in Equipage;
Clasp't now an Arme-full, by the Courtlie Seine
Which huggs the English Navy, as She might
Have meant t'have wed it, & her faith soe plight.

106

Harrie, Lord in himselfe, of the whole world;
Whose Composition 'bove fraile Elements
Them Severallie Subdued, the Aire was hurl'd
A Sphere, wth in his Fame; the rude Event
Of Water Chain'd; the Earth alone was left
To trye his fire on, where it runs as Swift.

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Thus where the Nobler Spirit is enthron'd,
Obsequious Elements, their homage bringe;
Well-temper'd Man, is more then one; all ioyn'd
Force, their Compliant Sources, in this King;
And Nature will not, (haveing forg'd him vp
To Life, and Edge) rebate him, in her Shoppe.

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Forcible Entrie, when the Right's a Crowne,
Stands but a Weake Plea, in law; where the Sword Cutts
An Entrance to assure Possession,
'Tis Law enough; in other Cases Doubts
May rise to the Possessor; but wee must
Grant where a King, has Power, his Title Iust.

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Wee not discusse it here; what Harrie made
Cleare Evidence, vnto his vndertakeinge;
Indeed, the Cause were halfe-determined,
In his Demand, without a deeper rakeing
Worne Pedegrees; and Pleas reverst to make
Their Salique Lawe, a farre-deriv'd mistake.

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But a feild-Array and a rūning Campe
Are not Enough; Harrie considers how
Hee may Emprove his March; (and make the Banke
Of Seine Safe Harbour,) bends to Harflew now;
Whose Strength Secur'd that Channell; & Stood out
To offer an Advantage of recruite.

111

Hee rounds the Towne, to force it; though to give
The french a due, 'twas not soe eas'lie tooke;
Nor the assaults were hotter, I beleive
Then Sallies, oft return'd; till the full Shocke
Of many Batteries, havockéd the Towne;
Terror farre Seene, Sure Execution.

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Yet firme to their resolves; till mixéd Earth
Betraies their footinge, and the Ground resignes
Its Title English; breakes her Pavements forth;
Dissmall Artillery now the Storme ioynes,
And Harflew, wrapt in ruine has not Choice
To Evade the furie falling, or to Rise.

113

Sadlie involv'd; with lamentable Shreiks
(Breath Strong enough to breake another Cloud)
The Affrighted Woemen run; the Sulphur Strikes
Them Yawninge; & the fantasies which would,
From Hecla grones, Enforce that Hell to be,
Might have resolv'd this, in Epitomie.

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The Horrour of a Seidge! (where Spirits Spent
In Walls, & fetter'd by Relations)
Act nothing clearly; strange Astonishment
Surrounding Willing minds, in weake Passions
Tender to the Sad familie; the Walls
Are but halfe-Mann'd; the better halfe still calls.

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If Man (at first, were both, yet soe in one
Lost to his vse) imparts his flesh, to raise
His Equall, vnto Generation;
And thence two ioynted are but All one flesh;
What shall he doe when not that part alone
Recalls him but even Blood aswell as Bone?

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When the weake Infant (who can nothing read
Of Danger, but Spells by his Mother's Teares;)
Hangs, on his Knees; and a long Case doth plead
In Nature; by his Blood, and by his Yeares;
Coniur'd a Coward: thus Religion mocks
Vs into Honour, with a Paradox.

117

Give mee the Sprightly Youth; at least soe farre
Devided husband, as hee shall not heare
Home-whineinges; 'tis the Glorie of a Warre
Where both Eyes tend one way; the Souldier
Fights for himselfe; for though some vrge a great
Spurre in relations, wee scarce found it yet.

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As when a Man, (nature's best Garrison)
Min'd in his vnderstandinges, and laid ope
To the Artillirie of his Passion;
Resigns the outworkes clearly, and can hope
Scarce to maintaine the fort; assaulted still
Gives vp his Reason, Captive to his Will.

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Soe now stood Harflew; which thus over-wrought
Argues her frailtie; Strength is not in Earth,
However temper'd; and a Cittie brought
To Exigent, Shrinks; as the single Birth
Of Terror, strikes a Worme; where it doth fall
Citties confesse their Individuall.

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Yet that they might enioy the glimmering
Of their low-wasted Light, they please their feares
At distance, and make offer to the King
If yet some Daies, hee'de Stay; and he forbears
To their Demand; but the Despaireing flame
Resigns its Sputtering light, ere the Time came.

121

Soe open in their Warres; Soe nobly brave
Were Princes, that they Spann'd their Actions
Meerlie to honour; not a Towne, which gave
Fame full enough; if the french keep their Pactions,
Hee'le quit the Seige; and fight in open feild
Their boasted Power; if it faile, They to yeild.

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But none appears, they yeild; if you ha' not Seene
Sad Loyaltie, reduc't to that distresse,
You hardlie know to value it; for Men
Catch but weake hints, from what our words expresse;
But who have Actually concernéd beene
On Such occasions, this of Theirs has seene.

123

The Loyaltie is still soe genuine,
It sees itselfe, from all Eternitie;
Surrounds all Place; as distant Streames may ioyne
In the same Sea; for to Speake Soberlie,
Vertue, is but the Glasse, which gives noe face
To præiudice, or Praise, but as it was.

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The various face of Loyaltie may Stand
Faire, vnder any dresse; the Tiara
Of Monarchie Setts off; but everie hand
Must pin that Biggin, fitts; and hee may say
Who vindicates the State (from any Dough
A well-bak'd forme) is Loyall, that's Enough.

125

The difference of forme, makes nothing to
Release of the great Bond, was enter'd first;
Then were Rebellion a iust Plea; for who
That Scornes the Teat by which he has bin nurst
May not provide his Soldiers? Chuse his Bread,
And hang a Nose to Leekes, Quaile-Surfetted.

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'Tis noblie wrought, when by the open Dint
Of Armes, a Towne, is forc'd: though Phillip Saw
A nearer way: Our Harry makes his Mint
Pay, to his owne; and Scornes to breake that Law
Of Honour, by Corruption; Solon's Choice
Makes Phillip glorious, but our Harry Wife.

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For though the Macedonian Mule prevaile,
And Rampiers to his hoofes are yeilding Sand;
Gold is not ever Bayt; and the Sun Shall
See himselfe yet out-wrought, by his owne hand;
His Artifice in Man, is more Sublime
Then Gold, high-wrought; both the issue of one Slime.

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Man Loyall, is the Elixir from his ffire;
And 'tis but Dough-bak't Earth, Stoope to a Clod;
The vn-own'd Sun, is buried in the Mire
He burnish't out; thus, a deposéd God;
Dull Operator, Labouring to his Losse!
Selling his Light to Shame, his Heat with Drosse.

129

But Wee, who nor Adore the Sun a God,
Nor trust a Horse, for Empire, Shall Salute
Him riseing; need not feare an Asse's Load
Of Solar Earth, can force the Gates vnshutt;
Where Loyaltie vncranied, doth keepe out
The Subtle Flame, the Fæces, cannot doe 't.

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Yet See what Man may doe; when Harflew (tric't
Inward of Loyaltie, to the french King)
Had tyred herselfe, full-proofe; and did protect
Her walls to all Assaults; assail'd within
By dire necessitie, her Gates flye Ope
And long-kept Loyaltie lies dead to Hope.

131

Thus Glory, gott vnwillingly, shall Crowne
Harflew with liveing honours, in the Change;
Nor let her blush (mistooke in faith) to owne
Harrie, her Leige; Lyllies Spin not! a strange
Doctrine Irrelative; but lately vrg'd
'Gainst Harrie's Title, was by him Absterg'd.

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The Glorie of the feild, (whose native weed
Beyond the Silk and Purple, Princes weare)
Quitts now her Bed of Earth, enricht to Spread
Our Harrie's Shoulders; how may hee appeare
Vnto Posteritie, when Lyllies yeild
Their Boast to thrive, transplanted in his feilds?

133

Princes may quarter Earth; the Earth laid out
Is but a Garment fitt for Kings to weare;
Only the Starrs disdaine to fill a Clout;
The Covering of Heaven fitts too neare
Layd on a Prince's Shoulders; Alas yet
For Such a Pride, grones kneeling with their weight.

134

The fatall Cloake, which once Demetrius drew
Imperfect laid: and noe Audacious Son
Durst wrappe himselfe in it; if Princes knew
The iust extent of their Dominion!
The Treasures of the varied Earth are theirs;
Hee only wears the Orbes, who treads the starres.

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May then our Harrie, to his Spreading Rose
Ioyn Lyllies; happie in their houswifrie,
They know noe care of Things, nor feele the Throes
Of Cost for new Apparrell; Live to Dye,
And Dye againe to Live; but Harrie's Reigne
Makes a long Spring, and Blooms them ore againe.

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Here, to Evince the Scandall has bene throwne
Vpon a Name of Honour, (Charactred
From a wrong Person, Coward and Buffoone;)
Call in your easie faiths, from what y'ave read
To laugh at Falstaffe, as an humor fram'd
To grace the Stage, to please the Age, misnam'd.

137

But thinke, how farre vnfit? how much below
Our Harrie's Choice, had such a Person bene?
To Such a Trust? the Town's a Taverne now
And plumpe Sr Iohn, is but the Bush far-seene;
As all the Toyle of Princes had beene Spent
To force a Lattice, or Subdue a Pinte.

138

Such Stage-Mirth, have they made Him; Harry Saw
Meritt; and Scandall but pursues the Steps
Of Honour with ranke Mouth; if Truth may draw
Opinion, wee are paid; how ere the heapes
Who Crowd to See, in Expectation fall
To the Sweet Nugilogues of Iacke, and Hall.

139

Noe longer please your selves to iniure Names
Who liv'd to Honour; if (as who dare breath
A Syllable from Harrie's Choice) the fames
Conferr'd by Princes, may redeeme from Death:
Live Falstaffe then; whose Trust and Courage once
Merited the first Government in France.

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This may Suffice to right him; let the Guilt
Fall where it may; vnquestion'd, Harrie Stands
From the foure Points of vertue, equall built;
Iudgment Secur'd the Glorie of his Hands;
And from his bountie, blot out what may rise
Of Comicke Mirth, to Falstaff's præiudice.

141

Thus enter'd France, not over-run in Thought,
Hee takes this Earnest, from the Pay-Master
Of all iust Craveings, and the offer brought
Of what hee did, not his; the Roman Boaster
In Triumph Kings led Chained to his Wheeles;
And purchas't Glorie from dire Spectacles.

142

Where iniur'd Princes, vassal'd, Lackey out
The Rage of high-growne Tyrrannie; Behold
Our Harry, quitts the Glorie; drawes his Thought
To the true obiect; Strips, what Proud, or Bold
Might rise to prompt his frailtie; humbly there
Offers that Wreath, his Homage, which they weare:

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Courage Subdued; and Conquered Maiestie;
More then a Man, and Mightier then a King;
A Text of Honour, weake Hydrographie;
Victorie vanquised; noe Arme, noe Sling
Acknowledg'd to his Entrance; but the high
Conduct of Heaven Creates the Victorie.

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See here a Christian Captaine, who beyond
His force of Armes, (Victorie still made out;)
Has yet to Conquer; other Princes find
An ease, the Action ended; but his doubt-
Sprung Pietie has yet a farther Quest,
And till himselfe be Conquer'd, cannot Rest.

145

The Waveing Ensignes fall, and pluméd Crests
Are laid away: the Neighing Courser fretts
Without his Load; Pure Thoughts, from purgéd Breasts
Carry Men better Mounted, and the Streets
Vnsack'd, with glad Eies See Protection:
The Church was Harrie's obiect, not the Towne.

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Coursly Attir'd, not like a Conquerour
Nor a borne Kinge, but as old Pilgrims wont
Pay their Devotion, when the long-look't Houre
Has brought them, to the Blessed Place; vpon 't
They kneele: and Cannot doubt, they may
Smart wth bare knees, whose bare feet trode the way.

147

After Devotions done (for he first paies
The Tribute of Successe, then vses it)
Hee sees how faire he stood; and by what waies
Hee may arrive his End; for he had yet
But Anchor'd Seine; the Garrison op'd his owne,
Halfe-Subiect Loire; meer French the Rhine-twin'd Rhone

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The Paradice of France is watered
By these foure Rivers; may wee safely draw
The Nearest Cutt? France, laid out, Harrie's bed
Corded wth Streames; when you the Curtaines draw,
Hee Spreads it ore, well-fill'd; and would you looke
Too narrow for his Fame, his Lodgings tooke.

149

If wee may credit Fame, and take on Trust,
By one Eye Seen; the broke vp Sepulchre
Of huge Anteus, then not worne to Dust,
But a firme Stature; if Hee Earth-borne were
Worthy his Measur'd Earth, more Earth then it;
Fame has noe Cubit; All the World's but fitt.

150

When wee of Great Things Speake, transported in
Occasion; (haggard fancie haveing Truss't
Soe faire a Prey;) wee fly away: and Sin
Rather to Iudgment, then in being Iust;
For he who knowes his fault, and doth Reveale
Its Secret Truth, may be his owne Appeale.

151

Well, let's away! the King is on his March,
Earth-rampeir'd Ears, expect the Drum to Call;
The Towne-pent Rutters, willingly enlarge
Their Quarters, and attend to Bot et Selle:
We've Slipt our Ranke, and can but trudge the while
Till wee draw vp in a dissordered File.

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Harrie had staied some daies, expecting still
The Dolphin might appeare; but Time (which guides
The Affaires of things) prompts, and provokes his will
To yeild to Iudgment; 'twas when the Sun rides
In the wrong Scale; and Virgo still too Light
Betraied the Ballance, to the Scorpion's weight.

153

Thus Harry thought it Time; the Yeare grew on
And Winter Marches, and Way-lay him Sure;
Had hee noe Enimies; but ere he can
Reach Callice, he expects the Dolphin's Power;
At least, some Interruption, by the Waies
Hee thinkes to meet, besides Dirt, and Short Daies.

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And ere he March, the Dolphin (who had rais'd
A Numerous Power) had forragéd his Way;
The feilds were Swept, and Village profits Seiz'd
Make full stor'd Garrisons: that Harrie May
Have noe releife, vnless he force it out
And cannot feed his Men, but where he fought.

155

Soe great a faith have Princes, when the Sword
(Their Rod of Prophecie) leads on: they cleave
Rocke-firméd Towers, which healthfull Springs afford
To their Refreshment; and if wee may give
It by Hyperbole, Commanded Stones
Convert to Bread, vnto these Mighty Ones.

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Therfore 'twas onlie to distresse his owne
To greater perill; Seeking to prevent,
Became an Enimie; were Harrie none;
Hee's forc'd to Act more then he could have meant,
For to a violent Hand, Reserv's impart;
And Treasure-Trouve's a Prize, with all my heart.

157

Harrie's Intention, leads directlie in,
And now ingag'd, resolves to force his way
Thorough their Mountaine Army; 't must be done;
He cannot dwell Surrounded; neither Stay
Safelie; till their Dissolving Courage might
Offer a Passage; Hee must Sterve, or Fight.

158

Soe when Rome's Terror, with a Mighty hand
Call'd down opposeing Rocks, and made a Breach
In Nature's firmest Pale; the Stone dropt Sand;
And the drill'd Alpes, became a Posterne which
From Time lockt vp, noe foot had ever trode:
For they must force new wayes, who want a Roade.

159

The French in Clouds draw in as had they meant
To Swallow Harrie's Sun; whose Light once Spread
Them, runninge Meteors in the firmament
Of Honor; now, as with the yeare, hee'de Sped
Downe, to his Tropicke; They round knitt his Orbe
And would destroy the flame, which they Disturbe.

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Harrie demands his way; but the french (full
In hopes of Conquest) hem him nearer in;
As a brave Vessell, Sea-broke, lyes to Hull;
Assaulted by fresh Gallies; that the Ken
Of Safetie left, is now noe longer Land
But makes her Sea-roome, breakes her Mourage Mann'd.

161

Soe Harrie (tack'd to all the Circumstance
Of true-borne Royaltie) resolves to weare
His glory, worthy of his Claime to France,
A Glorie still Attendant; for that Sphœre
Is Scaléd by Attempt; tardy Successe
Is but our Rateing, to make our Glory lesse.

162

The French (ascertain'd of a Victory;)
Are but vnsatisfied; theyr Tenth man shall
Not have a Spoile; soe few the English be,
And with hard duties worne, now Ragged All;
A laughter to their Pride, a Cast at Dice
(Bate but the King) for everie Head shall rise.

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The King indeed, had a Provision made
Of greater Charge, then provéd well bestow'd;
But Quoyts, and Kettle-pins, determinéd
A Thousand at a Sett, of meaner Blood;
And some who valued it, not worth the while
Soe meane a Wager, Play 'em Crosse and Pile.

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They cannot hold; the thin-film'd Bladder breakes
Prest wth the burthen of enforceing Ayre;
Harrie must know their Iollitie; which Speaks
Insolent Pride, Compassionatelie Faire;
A Dialect, soe far sett from his Thought,
He never knew it, nor will now be Taught.

165

They aske the Ransome he would give? they Saw
His Ruine; Pittie of his Youth and Blood,
Prevail'd to sett a Price, whereby the Law
(Not recking force of Armes,) He pris'ner stood;
How high a Scorne, through Harrie's veins now runs
Iudge, who can valew Princes Passions!

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Who sees not Anger breake in Harrie's Eye?
And darting round, keene Raies, vpon their Hoast,
Bespeakes on them, the next daies Victorie;
The French are wounded, though noe Blood they lost;
Augustus Sun-like Eyes, were only Cleare
In Peace, but Harrie's peircéd more in Warre.

167

France now appeares the Amphitheater
Chose from the world, where Princes enter lists;
Th' Impartiall Eye of Heaven alone, Spectator;
For who may iudge to such Antagonists
Where Princes play at Sharpe? and the Cirque All
Engag'd, with them, run in to Stand or fall?

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Though the french, to their vanities, would bring
A follie, of more Ruine; 'twas not worth
Their victorie, vnless their frantick King
Were brought to see the Scene, as 't were a mirth
Chose to divert his Maladie; Soe wont
Wood-men call Ladies, when the lodg'd Deere they Hunt.

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He, from a Hill, Some chosen Stand, a farre
May See, the glorie of his owne; in Spoile
Of his Invador; iest away the warre
In a Prospective Glasse; and frame the Toyle
Yet better lay'd; who would not stretch a Chord
Or slip a nooze, to Catch an English Lord?

170

Berry (who saw when mighty Edward strucke
The Wombe of France, and peirc'd her Bowels deepe
At Poyteirs) this disswades; least the Same lucke
Attend the like Occasion; 'tis to keepe
The best Reserve in State, when Kings Secure
Their Persons, and Act onlie by their Power.

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Hee Sadly could recall, that Error in
His father; who once, with as great a Power
Became an English Pris'ner; which his Sin
Of Blood, yet blushing tells; when of the foure
Phillip the Youngest, made the Rest asham'd
To leave their Father; thence the Hardy nam'd.

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'T had beene too much, that ever from such Odds
The English had their Victories made out
With a King taken; let the ripen'd Bloods
Of their Nobilitie but stand to Show 't,
Had Charles beene there, his Grandsire had not beene
The only French King, English Pris'ner Seene.

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But let him stay at Roan, and with the Thin
Shaddowes of fancie, frame a Victorie;
Practise new Ceremonies, t'entertaine
Harrie, soe giv'n his; well let it be
His intervall; Langvisht Brains, when they frame
Credulities, onlie enioy a Calme.

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Let his enfeebled Temples, for one Night
(Full in the Hellebore of Expectation,)
Beat orderlie; and his feirce Son recite
The Morrow's Triumph, over a wrack't Nation.
Some eager Minds, See soe farre Confident
From Probabilities, they claime Event.

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The Night was now come on; the Night which went
Before the Day of Battle. Have you not
Beheld some time the Rusticke merriment
Of wakes? disperse a Countrie all throughout;
Imagine all those Bonefires, to be knitt
Within your Eye; and the French Campe was it.

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With the like iocund Noyses, whilst the Bells
From farre, harsh Pæans Send; the better clad
Pickard, in cross-stript Motley shakes his heeles,
A merry Dancer; but the Camp was mad
In everie Quarter; noise enough to Charme
The labouring Moone, or keepe old orgies warme.

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Nor did this frenzie, onlie in the meane
And vulgar Spirits reigne: Names higher Sett
In honour, are distracted; not to feigne
Wild Passions, but their owne; as they had mett
Vpon a Lotterie; and the valew knew
Of English Lives, vnto a Quart d'Escu.

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Meanwhile the English, by their fire-light, Trimme
Their Arms for next Daye's fight; and Scabbards teare
From over-rusted Blades, to furbish them
Worthy the Hatchment, they intend to weare;
'Tis but gay Riot, Armes to Hatch, and guild;
They meane to Sangvine all their Hilts i'th' feild.

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Others well-notch their Arrowes; trye their Stringes
And draw their Bowes; to see 'em beare a Pile.
Some dress their Old, and some new Armour bring,
The Gallants of their Regiments; the while
Another girds his Frock, wth a sure Thonge
And Shakes his Pike to prove it Tough and Strong.

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The well-Truss'd Bill men, busily repaire
Their broken Staves, and chuse out better Heads;
Noe idle Hand, can File or Hāmer Spare;
Growne Armorours all! for when the Instant needs
And prest occasion calls, All Iourney-men
In Fortune, Chuse their Trades, and Set vp then.

181

Harrie had gon the Round, and Saw his owne
Campe quiet to their Duties, and their Need;
And from his Trench, by many fire-lights blowne,
Might view the french, to gvesse how they were layd.
Hee past this Office; for he doth not fall
From a Good Cheife, who Acts a Corporall.

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Now hush't the English Campe; the King (retir'd
Into his Tent) informs the Attentive Lords
What he had seene; and Courage new inspir'd
To Resolution; for a Cheiftane's words
Well-order'd, musters Minds willingly, where
Before they'd feigned Furloghs, of Sloth, or Feare.

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For who can doubt? (had not the never-Spent
Spirit of Harrie's Vigour led them on;)
An Armie harrass'd; baited, as they went
By fresh Troops of an Enimie; though knowne
Nobilitie, may weare Some Thoughts of Fame,
Honour but Creeples, where noe hopes they frame.

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Who doubts but now (wrapt after all their Toyle)
To certaine Ruine, as they well might Thinke?
Weake Bodies, loose the Thoughts they had erewhile
And dread their fears; the Souldier at the Brinke
Might Seeke their Safetie; but they vnderstand
Honour & Fortune, meerlie Harrie's Hand.

185

The Ragged Squad, whose Pay, ill-husbanded
Gives him nor Shooes nor Shirt, will trudge it out
And Combat all the world, if Harrie lead;
Hee has orecome the Elements, noe Thought
Hee'le be afraid of Men; who, monsters quell'd
Hunger, and Cold, and want, yet kept the Feild.

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Not one in all the Campe, would change his Place
To be secure at Callice; soe imprest
Affection, vnto their Conduct was;
Harrie, was a Securitie, confest
Soe farre, All, honour-fir'd in his Name,
They blew vp Sparkes, to warme themselves, in fame.

187

Night's gloomie wings, had raught the Antipodes
And the new-raised morne (like Eyes ill-wak't)
Blears through the Deaw faint Raies; and hardly Sees
To Chuse her golden Tire, wth Purple Streak't;
Lodg'd drunke, in Eastern Seas; as men who rise
From Last Night's Surfetts, dress themselves at twice.

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Yet now broad-wakeing, pleats her Rosie Tire:
And sleiks her Silver Brow; vnbraids her Haire
Well-comb'd, to knit it vp, a Glorious Spyre;
Fresh as herselfe, whose Breath inspires the Ayre;
And gives those flowing sweets, yet hardlie knowne
From what vast Pores, or How, or whither blowne.

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Reflected Rayes, with greater Splendor Spread.
From Golden Helmes, of the french Caval'rie;
And iocund Plumes, Lye Land-schape, to the Head
Twice powder'd; Horse-tayles, antique Braverie;
Let Greece be proud in Death, a Courtier growne,
Feathers out warre: wings to Destruction.

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As had the tardy Day-Light (longe blowne vp
With Earnest wishinges, and Impatient Rage)
Broke from themselves; a Curled Cloud, whose Top
With golden frindge, Spreads Glorie, to engage
Gray Dawninge; Light improv'd, from a Blue Coat
A Golden Cape, and Lace, the Skirts about.

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Soe the Autumnall Gossamere, well-trimm'd
In Deaw, retaines an odde Tralucencie;
And knitts the Sun, (within his narrow film'd
Cordage) to all his wealth; the Epitomie
Of Iris, and the Same; his Rayes Embow'd
Wth in a vapor here, and there a Cloud.

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Who now had seene the French; (if soe farre backe
Imagination may not wrong their hast;)
Might well have thought their Empire did but lacke
The riseing Sun; and everie Emulous Beast
Had call'd his Horses out, with greater Speed
And the whole Teem, breath'd fire to be out neigh'd.

193

The french (whose over-hast disordered much
The ranging of their Troopes;) as had they caught
The English in a Nett, vpon them rush,
Who Should be foremost; not as they had fought
A well-fram'd Champaigne Battle; but had found
Some fort-breach or would Scale the Trenches round.

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The Ditch, wch parted Campes o'th' English Side
Thickest with Bushes, hinderd the Carrier;
Shrouding two hundred Bow-men, closely layd
Wth well arm'd Pikes; fled men, ev'n stones appeare
Fixt Combattants; as had from Dragon's Teeth
Arm'd Elbowes, manag'd Armes, ere they got feet.

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Harrie leads on; well flank't, to his Designe,
And gives the Signall; Hee, or found, or made
A way, where ere he came; the french fall in
Vpon his motion; and their wings out Spread
To hemme his Narrow force; but ere they might
Arrive their End, fresh feathers, teach new flight.

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Feathers, from English Bowes; which at their Chardge
Had made a Cloud, and rode a Terror on;
Till falling Death, the wonder breakes: the large
Quiver of Ayre, well-fill'd; Succession
Of forcéd Atomes, in a Torrent falls
On the french Helmes; but yet their Horse more galls.

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And though, the Cunning-Archer, would some time
Chuse out his marke and pick a Feather out,
Or to the Rich Scarfe direct his Ayme:
This heat admits noe choice, to all that fought;
Though everie Bow indeed, at goeing home
May weare a Scarfe, each Shaft, an Estrich Plume.

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Yet here: (and 'tis the Ironie of warre
Where Arrowes forme the Argument;) he best
Acquitts himselfe, who doth a Horse præfer
To his proud Rider; and the obiect, Beast
Transformes Philosophy but yet the Rule
Makes out, to Act, on the more Passive Soule.

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Now; whether Soules of Men and Beasts! (but that
May keep vs from our Expectation;)
Be patible Alike; let them Dilate
Who can from any Iron Edge-tools fashion;
And draw a Syth, or forge a Chitzell out
Where but a Horse-Shooe, pussles mee, to doe 't.

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The Stronger Squadron of the french fell in
Vpon the goreing stakes; low-pitch't from Sight;
And the retiring Bow-men, as 't had bin
Their feare, gave of; the french this soudaine flight
Apprehend, to their Ruine; and engage
A dismall Scæne, transported in their Rage.

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As when a Tiger, (whom lanke Ravin fires
To sett vpon the Herds, embattailed
To their Securitie, with mightie Wires
And brazen Hookes, wth grasse low-covered;)
Runs with an Eager Eye; till over Speed
Retards his hast, and taught Cords, rend him Dead.

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Soe fall the french; 'mongst these officious prongs
Surpriz'd; their horse entangled, plunge their way
Through many wounds, to Death, & breath their Lungs,
Their Riders fate; who mangled with them, lay
One heap of Horrour; Quaintlie varied
Destruction! to the Life, in being Dead.

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Here strucke into the Breast, a Horse falls downe,
And Pins his Rider to him, with the Stake:
Another caught behind pinches his Crowne,
Three stories of; and breakes his Master's backe,
Ill Seated to his Ease, and fenceing out
His fate; hangs Cob-web-man, by th' hand and feet.

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Another with more hast, but the same Speed
Cutts ope his Bellie, and soe quitts his Load;
Vpon the next Stake, falling on his head
Is rooted Man! branch't Armes, and Legs, out-stood
A Tree; soe Man inverted; this Earth proud,
Might well bring Flesh-Trees, when its Deaw fell Blood.

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One, ganch't i'th' flanke, breakes with a Restive Scorne;
And claps his Crest through, as he would have flung
His Rider, fastens both; another borne
On with the Preass, stops Suddainly; is hung
Vp by the Crouper; would you paint him out
A Champion, Geiant, neither Horse, nor Foote.

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There lyes a Man peirc't through, and over-prest,
His horse vpon him; here another's tooke
His Standard fathome; and his galléd Beast
Fretts for his Ease; till now the Chaine was broke
By one, who wheeling, from seene perill Starts
Vpon the Wretch, and tears him into Parts.

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Yet Civill in the Iniurie will Share
And fortune, makes it soe much from Affront;
The Gallant, who broke him vp, caught vnaware
By the Chin, seem's as though that hand had don 't;
A Glorious Trophie! when the Arme now Dead
Boasts Victorie, and brings away the Head.

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In this confused Rout, where but a few
Escape by flight, the English Bowes poure on
Their Arrowes; and the Craulers, who had now
Reliev'd their Limbes, from neare Destruction,
And well had thought, to Steale away from Death,
Are here tooke Tardy, and full met, ith Teeth.

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Death, (whose short Commons, in a Single Meale
Speakes, a wild Stomach, but noe Luxurie;)
Gorgéd in Blood; carv'd men displaies, to tell
The Cunning of his Hand; how glutted, Hee
Can part with Armes, and Legges; raw Syppets, sett
About his Voyder, over charg'd with meat.

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Hee Witty Tirant overacts the Thought
Of Iealous Power, or rageing Insolence;
Quaint fancy, Shaddowes but what hee has wrought
A hundred wayes, beyond Experience;
Of humane Riot; Chance (who doth prepare
Him Pageantrie) out-witts, and outworkes Care.

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The Storme was heavie here; and many fled
The Terror of the Still-encreaseing Shower;
Where Brabant's Duke, (who formerly had led
And Rallies now) falls close, with a small power
Vnto the English Battle; where he gave
His Life the Sacrifice, his fame to Save.

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But these were calmes; and what the inanimate
Stakes, or halfe-Souled Arrowes might impart;
Wanted that vigour, that proportion'd heat
To merit Glorie; Stratagems invert
Their End to Question 't; and the face of Warre
Can best be taken, when wee see it Bare.

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Loe where in thronge of Arméd hands, the King
Cutts on his way; and at the Lane's End, found
Brave Alanzon, with Gloster Combatting,
Gloster ore throwne; he strides him on the Ground
With Care, and Valour, to repreive some Time
That Blood, to greater Gvilt; a Civill Crime.

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Soe when the Theban Captaine, had Espied
His freind opprest, he stands his Champion;
And gvards a Life; Soe Saved, both soe Dyed;
And Armes, which made their owne, as had they done
Affront to Destinies, thus Quittance have;
Both baselie fell, whom they did bravelie Save.

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Thus Royall Bounties, by Malignitie
Of fate, and Rage of Time, ill omens sitt
Or'e haples heads; firme-written destinie
Reverts, the Breath of Kings; and playes wth it
To an advantage; when the Periods breake
Forgott in Fame, they fall, to hands more weake.

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The well-Arm'd King ioyns close; Alanzon hott
Doubles his Spirit, Worthy of this fight
For 't was (hee knew) the King, with whom he fought;
Knowne by his Crowne, he wore that Day in Sight;
As not afraid, to wear that Royaltie
Hee liv'd with, Emulated more to Dye.

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May we Speake Prodigies, to enforce Men
Beyond all humane Strength? or Soberlie
Deliver Modest Truth? and keep a Pen
Iust to the Storie? though our Poesie
Might pull vp Rocks, and weild growne Trees, as high
As Turnus, when he fought Transplanted Troy.

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Alanzon breakes the Blow, wch the King first
Made, with a Willing Arme; and locks his Hilt
In Harrie's Vanbrace; now a nearer Thirst
Rages, and Short-arm'd Struggles makes 'em feel 't
How they out-wrought Themselves; and yet vndone
The worke remain'd, which they first enter'd on.

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The Bloodie worke, which noe Decision tryes
But a free Arme; the King, to vse his owne
Enlarges the Duke's Sword; from Eythers Eyes
(To gvild each others Helme;) new Courage Shone,
As had they fought inspir'd; and either tooke
Reflected Spirit, from the other's looke.

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At length Alanzon, with a mighty Arme,
(Full on the Helme, and parting halfe the Crowne)
Gives Harrie a Sure Earnest; though the harme
Was onlie Iron broke, and Gold cutt downe;
Lopt Royaltie, is ever to the Bold
Attemptor, worth his pains; the Brush-wood's gold.

221

Harrie, (whom Nature stor'd the Treasurie
Of Courage) cannot live in Debt, wherfore
Is able to defray: enrag'd doth flye
And with Repeated Blowes doth knock of Scores;
Greiv'd, that the Tallies of his Fame was Seene
Notch't, with a Debt, when he could pay it in.

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Hee beats him from his Horse; and haveing graspt
His Helme, to teare a nearer way to Death,
With Erect Arme, readie to give his last
Dischardge; Alanzon tryes his Stocke of Breath
When Armes had fayl'd; soe Life concern'd men Dead,
The honour which they but endeavoured.

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And yet ere Harrie struck, (to Spin his Fate
To an ignobler End, then one soe Bold
Had merited) he cryes (for Harrie, yet
Knew not his Foe;) I am Alanzon; Hold;
For Something Still Sprung from Necessitie
To vrge a Reason why wee should not Dye.

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But ere the King could Shew his Clemencye
A ruder force breakes in; and (deafe to all
Cōmand) express what barbarous Crueltie
Low-Seated minds, are proud in; thus did fall
The brave Alanzon (worthy to engage
A Royall Mercie) by a Vulgar Rage.

225

The King, who blames their over-cruell zeale,
Could not reprove their Act in the mistake,
But turnes away, and with new furie, fell
Into the thickest Troopes; soe borne, to make
An Expiation to Alanzon's Ghost,
And cuts a Thousand Lives, for his one Lost.

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As had in heat of Rage, some Heathen Rite
Possest the King; and brave Alanzon went
Too Naked, while an Arme was left to fight
Of all their Host; a fame soe Eminent
Might Sneake, in the next World, and want his wreath
If not as liveing, waited on in Death.

227

The King prest deepe into their Troops, engag'd
By many hands; and yet made out his way,
Trampling the Mud of mixéd Brains discag'd
From double fence; Shores to the bloodie Sea;
Harrie, well-rigg'd, lanches into the Maine
And cutts downe Rocks—men Arm'd—to make it plaine.

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Drawne round by many, to repell their force
His owne he knitts, and overbid them All;
Yet Crouded Strength, stifles the fluent Course,
Of many Glories; Harrie's must not fall
Vnto this furie; though he fought it neare
And more then Honour did concerne him here.

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As when the Glorious Cæsar (who confest
Nothing of Disadvantage) tells you where
He fought for Honour; but at Munda, prest
By many hands, in the Declininge Warre;
Manag'd, by Pompeye's Sons; Necessitie
To secure Life, gott him the Victorie.

230

So Harrie plung'd in the disordered Presse
Of many Enimies; the fate of all
That Day hung on his prime; his Sole release
His Armie's freedome; and not Cæsar shall
Outstrippe him here; for though he made noe noise
Hee fought as hard, and for as great a Prize.

231

Hee peirceth through, with a devouring Edge;
And to enlarge his Earth, ore-crouds the Ayre
With Soules enfranchis'd, from the torne-vp Cage
Of flesh, to fill new orbes, another where;
And ore their Mountaine Carcasses, doth yet
Trot Victorie, Anneal'd, in Blood & Sweat.

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Rapte with the like force, as had Iove's treble flame
Strucke through the french, the English Squadrons flye,
And breake downe Arméd Rankes, where ere they came
Strange Terror fills the french; as (if it may lye
In Paralel) singlie Slipt Greyhounds Chase
Whole-Burnish't Herds, who never turne a face.

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The Rout is Spred, the light-Arm'd English now
Noe longer fight, but kill; the french perplext,
With weight of Armes, are but halfe-Armed, tho'
For Rampier'd feare, is but an Emmot's Nest;
And though their Iron Shells, may fence a head,
The Life lyes Backward; prick 'em, and thei're dead.

234

As Terror most who fled, the Standing few,
(And properlie soe call'd) Stupor involves;
Not liveing Men, but as fixt Statues grew;
Polisht by English Swords; cut into halfes
And parcell'd faces; as the hand but hitts
To hew it out; and the dull Stone Submitts.

235

The Pride and Youth of France; (France which may Cope
In Spirits noblie fir'd to all the World)
Tooke Soudainly, amaz'd, let fall the hope
Of any future Day; but wildly whirl'd
From Wrath to Shame; deepe Surfeited in feare
Sitt dropping to that hand, brings Death vn'ware.

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As had they beene beyond the Thought of Death,
Or rather Dead before, their Deaths they meet,
Like Winter-Swallowes; Struck along, when heat
Has left their Eyes and cold runs through their feet;
Drop downe in fyles: Soe farre to Man forgot
They had lost Selfe, they Dyed, and knew it not.

237

Stung with the Aspicke of invadeing feare,
Or Spirit-froze, bound vp in bloodlesse veines;
Like the late Navigators, who too neare
The Pole, Chill'd Marrow, corded Ice remaines;
Stand soe vnmov'd, till the returning Sun
Bring on a Thaw; They, till warme Swords come on.

238

The English Sword had reach't the Tropicke now
Of Victorie; and congeal'd Nature breakes
A bloodie Streame, which ore the feild doth flow;
The floating Bodies, promontoried, Reaks
An Exhalation; when the Swords the fire
Man, the Earth peirc't, Such Vapors Still aspire.

239

Wearie with many Slain, and manie fitt
To meet the greedie Edge; the King, was Strucke
Passionate in their fate; and ponders it,
Something beyond their valour, or their lucke;
Something beyond humanitie to prove
Power fall'n soe vseless, weaknes made to move.

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And while he calls the wide-Spred Squadrons in
(Who each, besides the many deaths they gave
Came treeblie Charg'd; as though their Troops had bin
Bred from their Fame, to propagate) Some wave
Over the Hilles a farre, to Harrie's Eye
A Bodie knowne, of a fresh Enimie.

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These when he saw, Hee gives a strict Cōmand
The Armie through; that All French Prisoners
Whose honour was not binding, to the hand
Of Instant Death must fall; Soe Tyrant Warres
Insults, to enforce Clemencie a Crime;
And for this Blood, some Cruel censure him.

242

Hee sends vnto the Troopes, to come and fight,
Or quit the feild; Harrie's Meridian Sun
Brookes not that Cloud of Warre to Dimme his Light;
They Scatter of, and Harrie treads his owne
Conquest Vninterrupted, as the Cleare
Obiect of Light, adornes the Hemispheare.

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The Sun (who quafft French blood, to Harrie's health
And from his Bountie Surfeited,) knock's of
And can noe more, but by a drunken stealth
Slips to his Couch; plainly discovered, tho'
A riotous Gvilt, and over-full, betrayes,
Cups indegested; Flushing in his Face.

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Asham'd to stagger 'long, ere Tethys yet
Had laid her well-wrought Pillowes, for his Ease;
Hee breakes the Portall, wth vnsteddie feet,
And Lolls to his owne Lamp-light in coole Seas;
A Welcome Iulip, to dispell the Late
Fumes of Distemper, and new Thirsts Create.

245

The French were fled, with Day, but such as fell
To longer Night, who wait another Sun;
Eyes lost to Earth, till the great Light reveale
(T'enrich their Opticks) the cleare Vision
Of Glorie; and from Atomes over-blowne
Solder the Individuall, all its owne.

246

Victorie, now full Spred, flyes o're the feild
Affronted, by noe face; the glorious King
Drawes vp his force (her feathers;) over-toyl'd
Yet full to all the Honour of her wing;
Well-prun'd, to all her Pride; had she not lost
Two Principalls in Blood, the full-Sūm'd Host.

247

The Duke of Yorke, and valiant Suffolke, fell
This Day; t'abate the ioy of Victorie;
Some Slaine, of lower Name; but should wee tell
The Number 't might appeare a Prodigie;
And fate by Miracle, this Feild had given,
Strucke, not by the Arme of Flesh, but hand of Heaven.

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Let not the faméd Day at Marathon
Where to Darius Power, Miltiades
Drew the Athenians forth; and twelve to one
Spred the feild ore with Soft-Spun Carcasses;
Let not that Day, fame-Sung, fill vp the mouth
Of Honour, Large enough, to Sound 'em both.

249

But when wee read that wonder, and have trac'd
Historie, dry-foot; lodg'd stolne Honour, in
A fortress lock't and barr'd, by the well-plac'd
Authoritie of Time, in Words; noe Sinne,
If our Endeavours, Scale the Charméd fort.
And ring her out, full-Sack't in AginCourt.

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Where Harrie, weake in Numbers, weake in force
Lost in Supplies, but as he fought his wants;
Wounded with famine through; or (what is worse
Prest by the never-ceasing Combattants,
Of Cold and Sicknes,) breakes the Gvives of fate
And knitts her Cords, his Carkanet of State.

251

To all the Prowess of fresh Braverie
Of France (the Lylly o'th' European feilds)
Well-Arméd and at home; a Iollitie
Sprung from vntoyléd Limbes; wch over builds
The Street of fortune, and at treble Rent
Keeps a Balconie, in its Tenement.

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As when an Age before Black Edward's hand
Wav'd Victorie, in Poictiers Bloodie feild;
And trod the french Plumes Dust; their Iron Sand
And bloodless Carcasses, lay Mountains Pil'd;
To the Same Odds, by the same Arme they fell
And find the Climate by the Parallell.

253

The heat of this great Day, allay'd in Deaw's
Of Victorie; the vnnumberd English Toyles
Find Rest, in a full harvest; whilst the newes
Of horrid Slaughters, on the french recoyles
As their fled Troops, met whissing in the Bound,
Gave their owne Terror, in a Treble Sound.

254

'Tis then too great, and farre beyond our Skill
To measure out by Digits, Harrie's fame;
When Glorie, falls to Audit, Wee sitt Still,
And loose the Tryvmph, tooke vp in the Name;
Skyrmishing Parties, to a Buffe-Coat, Sells
Fame better Cheape; and from the few Slaine Tells.

255

But Noble Actions, where the Conquest Sitts
Worthy a King, to owne, (whose vnsūm'd worth
Makes out his Crowne;) the Triviall obiect Slights
Of Numbers Slaine; Big Glorie, brings not forth,
Like Ratts, her many Long-Tayls; Numbers carrie
Their Preiudice, but Monads never varie.

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Let flagging Prose, over-wrought in the flight
Take vp her Stand, and Nodde at riseing Game;
Reckon how many Thousands fell in Fight,
And vrge vncertainties; enough if fame
(Flowne higher) Scorne to Stoope, in well-wing'd Verse,
To Single Names, in fainting Canciliers.

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But nobly cover with a Wing wide Spread;
Feathers above 'em to Surround them All,
Amated peepers; 'tis but over read,
And makes report (fame's ill-got Issue) fall
To Strife, when Number'd Names flock from the Quest
And break the Covie, was moe then wee Gvest.

258

Had this Daies furie (though it were well fought
By everie Noble hand) repriev'd but two,
Harrie had made his Conquest more, and gott
His Wishes in his Trivmph; Equall'd Soe
His owne losse; for he lost Two, and the whole
French Army, had but these to quit the Pole.

259

Brabant and brave Alanzon, form'd for more
Of Life, in honour, then this Day could Spare;
Let Yorke and Suffolke, hand these Heroes o're
The Passage to new Life; Companions there
Who here Devided fell; when the Smart's ore-
Enlarg'd, Forgetfullnes doth Peace restore.

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Let the full Victorie in mixéd Seas
Of Blood flow in; and petty Champions Spring
Like hopes, from like improbabilities,
Till their taught Error, make them know this King;
And then ascribe it only in his Fate,
To Act those things for Men to wonder at.

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His single Honour needs noe Fret of Names
Worne as a Border, or Compartiment,
To glīmer ore the Tablet; narrower Fames
In a pinch't Canvace, have a full Extent
And sitt with Elbow-roome: th' wing of a Gnatt,
Or'e-Spreads 'em All; Horse, Man, and Chariot.

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Yet Harrie (noe ill husband of his owne)
Sūms vp his men, to know at what expence
Hee purchast Fame; cast vp the Totall knowne,
Scarce from a Thousand, one; the blushing French
(Who reckon it perhaps without their Host)
Say but Three thousand English fell at most.

263

See now by Twilight, (when the Calme assur'd
The feild their owne) how in the Search of Spoile
The English are growne curious; gallant-Spurr'd,
Hunt Rings and Iewells; and this Second Toyle
Was the sweet Harvest; what before they had Mowen
A feild, by Sheaves, they Thrash out now their owne.

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Hee whose halfe-naked Armes would have beene glad
From dung-hill Raggs, to make his Iacket out,
Cannot be warme vnless he Bracelets had
To trīm his rugged wrest; now everie foot
Leaps into better Leather, then was meant
For Such a March; Brusht Gallants now they went.

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Clad with the Spoiles; 'mongst the dead Carcasses
They riot now; and hardlie Stoop t'vnrip
A Doublet, or a Cassock to vnlace;
The Cumber of two Suits where they may Sweepe
Ten, with less trouble! Luck and All to Boot,
They boast their Crownes, who lately begg'd a Groat.

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Soe ore the feild full-sett, in wealthy flowers,
Forraging Bees, extract their Golden Store;
And Wanton with a warme Day; (pretty force)
Nippe everie Bud, and whirle about for more;
Not recking course-spun Thistles, wch may give
Warme Seats, but draw fine Deawes, to fill the Hive.

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The Luckie Day, made it a merrie Night,
Within the English Camp; all-open Eied,
Clear'd with new obiects, Starrs dropt in their Sight;
Let them believe it, who have never tryed,
A certaine Truth, from what they have been told;
It clears the Eyes, to be oft-rub'd with Gold.

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And now they frolicke; Hee who laid in Pawne
His Shirt, for halfe three farthings, cutt in Cheese;
Knocks off the Subtler's tally with a Crowne,
And Gage, to Boot, wash't for the Laundres's fees,
The Hood he wore last Day (thick set with Clouts,
To keep his head warme) 's cast to wipe his Boots.

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And now the Imprison'd French, see to their cost
Their last night's Scœne, by English Revellers
Brought in a Second part; for 't wer almost
Pitty, They'de lost the Act, which was soe theirs;
Yet wee must doe 'em right; if the Action gott
Applause, 't was English, but they gave the Plott.

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Onlie the King (whose care was Courtisie)
Inspiring better breath to Nobler Minds;
Keeps a Calme Ioy, and by Civilitie
Re Captivates Humanitie; more binds
Then fetters Porus; bravely ask't a due
In Warre, wch doubly paid obleig'd him too.

271

Brave Orleans and Burbon, with the Rest,
Lost to their freinds, themselves here found againe;
To their Esteeme of Blood, and what had best
Sett of titles, Courage; 't wer in vaine
To frame Carresses of Discourse, and make
The Royall Largess losse, by what wee Speake.

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Day in the East far seene, well filletted
With Azure, binds her golden Tresses in;
And with blith Blushings, calls the Larke from Bed
Who to the Camp, bon iour, bon iour, doth Sing;
They take the Auspiere, and read some fate
Of Good Speed, from the Little Advocate.

273

Now Callice opes her Gates, wth a Strange Ioy,
To receive Harrie, Victor; whom She mourn'd
As Lost to Ruine. Soe the Pole (well nigh
Buried in Night) Yawnes when the Sun's return'd
And huggs him double, in a full Surprize
Of Ioy, poures out her Rocks, as Men their Eyes.

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This vnlook't for Thaw, (amaz'd in Passion)
Had strucke the Towne; and from an īmence Source
Broke Suddenlie, makes varied Expression;
Ev'n Teares, for Ioy; let Laughter the Course
And Cōmon Gratulation for dull Hinds
Who know their Eyes desire but not their Minds.

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Rigg'd faire from Callice, the vnruly Wind
Curls the greene Waves, to mount the well-clad Pine.
Fraile Stock of Honour! and the world may find
Ev'n Glory, at a Leake; the invading Brine
Prolls everie Seame; Death, but an Inch from fame
Sitts. Ah! what Brazen Heart first Ships did frame?

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Wrought (by impetuous Surges) into Clouds
The fainting Billow Shrinks; a soon-trode Step!
Threshold of Death! Doore to the darke Aboades!
The Fleet now wrapt in waves, againe doth leape
T'enforce her Zenith, Ayre; and strangely glides
Through the vast Armes of those devouring Tides.

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As when the Tyrant Goshauke (pleasure farre
Beyond an Equall Flight) with Eager wing
And Tallons Large, to Trusse a Wren, will stare
With panting Furie; when the Little Thing
Slipt from her wide Claspe, Cherrups once more free
And breathles, leaves her Giant Enimie.

278

Soe lay the Fleet now Safe; pursuing waves
(Long over-toyl'd) fall short and foame their Rage;
Like Churlish Bulls, embost; whose Deaw-lap waves
In Blood and Sweat, mixt Terror; and would wage
A full Revenge, but many Cords restraine
His Furie; Soe the Sea combatts its Chaine.

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Thus Safe, pleas'd Soules, can sitt vpon the Shore;
And from nere perill of a Storme-Toss't Barke
Spring Ioyes, & fancie out a pleasure more;
Exalted Sence, even dulled by the Darke
Lanthorne of fleet Imagination; which
(Lost Forme and matter) 's in Privation rich.

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And now the Trivmph treads our English ground;
Feilds 'bove their Season proud! the cold-drench't Soyle
Verdant with Glorie; let November Drowne
Raw Seeds, expecting Life, from After-Toyle;
Honour's a fruit, ripens in its owne Shine
And the Sun meets 'em in a proper Signe.

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The Sun (t'applaud Great Harrie in his Fame,
And gratulate his Safe-returneing Bowes;)
Had left Gay Mansions, and his March doth frame,
T'attend the Shooter; be it prosperous
T'affront drye Wizards; who impose yet, Boy
Vpon the Bare-face, thus Arm'd to destroy.

282

Let the Chaldean (whose great Subtletie
Vnravells all the Orbs, to Spin his owne
Course Thred;) be wise reputed easilie;
And Destinie, Crouch Suppliant, to his frowne;
If Harrie's Bow (now Slack't) claime not event
Of greater Things, to meet this Archer, bent.

283

The face of Heaven, whose well-drawne Alphabet
He onlie may decipher, whose first hand
Rais'd Characters Significant and fitt
To all events, let not man vnderstand
Or force the Secret, to involve the Stade
Within his Sphære; a Structure Ptolomaid.

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Dreame wee noe longer then; Let Harrie's Fate
(Notch'd sure with Time) Spin to a Softer Bed;
When Glories ripen him vnto the height
Man may Arrive; when thrice three Sūmers fled
The Sun fit to receive him, from the Hand
(As Pledge) of Virgo: his Cheif-Mourner Stand.

285

But my fleet Verse, (growne too Audacious)
Has layd out Quarters, for an After-March;
Soft Paces harbinger the Glorious
Progresse of his full Raigne; the well-rais'd Arch
Of Honour! where noe Act of Fame misplac't,
Firms him, well-coupled, from the sure-lay'd Base.

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Till through declivitie of Time, Truth fall
From Fame; and (wadeing through Oblivion)
Erect her vnsupplanted Arsenall;
Pillars, where better Verse is All but One
Iust harmonie, in Vertue; to noe Storme
Liable; and writ Leav's can doubt noe worme.

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Stand Harrie, meanly pourtraied, by our Zeale;
Whose tumbled Character, tooke from the Life
Has but resemblance; and the Ayre which fell
To everie Line, by distant perspective
Wee draw; that Glorie may have Lineaments
Worthy her forme, and Truth her Ornaments.

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The King (whose liveing Glories, only might
Advance the Dead, and soe improve his owne)
Lodges, brave Yorke, in the trivmphant Sheet
Of Buriall; though Slaine not overcome;
And rests his Ashes with full Obsequies
In peacefull Vrne, warr-freed Securities.

289

Quiet, whose warfare ended, goes to Kisse
Eternall Peace; and Ioy, in holy Shades;
Consūmated in Glorie, rapt in Blisse;
Where force assailes not, nor where Time invades;
Where still live Olives mixt wth holy Bayes
Fall to the Conquerour, to Crowne his Peace.

290

Like Rites perform'd to (him who like him fell)
Suffolke; old Chaucer's late inheritance
Proud to entombe him; as the first-Sūm'd Quill
Of England, not enough were to advance
Eweline; an Athens, if his Pen that Fame
May merit; Sure this Sword, asserts that Claime.

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Now sett a while in Rest; (to the Pursuit
Of further Claime;) he fitts himselfe at home;
The willing English, ioyntly Contribute
T'advance Supplies; each pleas'd to heare it, from
His Neighbour, how the feild at Agincourt
Had rais'd the frame, which they might well Support.

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For Glorie pricks, the retchles Soule, who Spins
His Ease, in fatt Securitie; the Bloat
Face of Rusticitie, Smuggs, looking in
A Mirrour; Something hidden lifts the Thought
To Noble Actions, when they heare 'em told,
And Hee who Sneaks his part, will praise 'em bold.

293

Now (when the Campe disperst in Cottages)
Briske, Single Leaders, (Holiday discourse)
Enflame home-sitters by long Pedigrees
Of their Atcheivments, 't may be thought of force
T' invite, whom Feathers tickle; or betwixt
Their fears and fancies hang, to goe the next.

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Their Sports, have Glorie; when the Parish throng
To see their Active Youth, their Arrowes draw;
And Shout, the firmer Pyle; They laid along
Cōment their owne; 't wer brave, (as when wee saw
The Day at Agincourt) t' have had your Shouts
When the French Army hēm'd vs, moveing Butts.

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Where not a Silver Iyng, or Pigeon, fell
To Pay the Markman; with his hire made out
In Kisses, from his Lasse, hee'd done soe well;
These are faint Victories; to kill a Clout;
Alas! you pore; and as the Marke you Ayme
Worthily near the Prize; and may the Name.

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By this same Bow (sayes one) this fellow Shaft
The Duke of Brabant fell; my right man
(As tough a Lad as Drawes) the Helmet Cleft
Of Bouciqualt, and his fine Tipstaves wan;
Another, that I knew (perhaps hee's knowne
Vnto you all) kill'd great Chattillion.

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And thus wth mighty Names familiar growne
Coustome brings an acquaintance to their thought
Of Something to be said, could not be knowne;
And not a Brave man fell but he was faught
By some knowne Comrade; and God bless his Grace
The King was made Eye-witnes how all was.

298

This puts an edge vpon the Eager Youth
For better Clothes and Coyne; for yet some Crownes
Were to be seen, might make their Tales, seeme Truth;
Cash-catchers is a Trade to ravish Clownes,
And Barmye Brains huffs vp the rotten Paist
Made apt to mould, take hot Brains in their hast.

299

These (though our Sport in Numbers, and perhaps
Your laughter at our wast of Time) wrought more
With village-haunters, then the Subtle traps
Of Pay, or Press-money; they dance and rore
The expectation of a Muster; where
They 'nroule themselves, Gentlemen volunteire.

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But while these low and higher proiects drive
On the designe, Victorie now at mint
Wants Currencie, and many hands must give
Stamp ere it passe, and yet noe Treason in 't;
Nay soe can Princes vse their Royaltie
What was to give, is Treason to Denye.

301

But Harrie doubts noe Traitor, to his will;
Soe much a Monarch overminds what they
By Loans and Subsidies bring in, to fill
His Coffers, kept their owne t' another Day,
Or layd out Purchase, for Inheritance;
Here a Denier, buyes a towne in France.

302

Hell-bred Division, left Cimerian Caves,
And long had trivmpht, in Europea Ayre,
From Bosphor Straits, to the wide Sea, wch Laves
High Calpè westward; from the Head which farre
Gave Light in Southerne Towers, to vtmost Thule;
The Vassail'd Earth was rent, vnder his Rule.

303

Worthy the Care of Sigismund; who (least
This Batt should Roust, where once his Eagle prun'd,)
Timely endeavors Peace; the Church was prest,
And treble-Headed now, for treble-Crown'd
Appear'd a Monster; Schisme's a newer name
Then Lay-division, but in Truth's the Same.

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The Emperour labours vniversall Peace,
And rear's Religion fainting in her wounds;
How glorious may he stand! who can expresse
His Faith, well-acted? 'Tis but as it Sounds;
What Church may be; Hee Sinns not to his Creed,
Who that whole Article doth vnion read.

305

After Sollicitations; (as the maine
Ioynt in the frame of Europe, now misplac't)
Hee puts a nearer Hand to Sett againe
England and France; England, (who late had prest
France wth a Heavy hand,) as now growne high
Hee personally invites, to vnitie.

306

With pressing reasons, pious Cautions,
Hee vrges Peace; he breakes vp the Affaire
Of Christendome: how their Contending Crown's
Made way to the Invador; and the Warre
Prompted the Leering Turke, their Rage to waite
His Conquest: Christian Swords fight Mahomet.

307

And had not France, (while yet the Anvile beat
To forge a glorious Peace) new Billowes rais'd
For other Irons; and the old fires heat
Provok't againe, Harrie, (ne're to be prais'd
Beyond his Merit) had like Glorie won,
For making Peace, as Hee for Warre had done.

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But Great ones, (where concern'd Prærogative
Whett's Passion) vse the Edge of Violence;
Blunt Reason, as an vseless Toole they give;
Old Shopkeeper, with rusted Conscience!
Pietie laid to Sleep; or might they Catch
Ev'n Innocence, they'd put him in the Cratch.

309

Thus vniversall Rage, has Spread the Earth;
And Kings but Labour to Supplant themselves;
An Embrion Fort, assail'd, drawes on a Birth
Of Province Enmitie; each Nation Delves
Her owne Destruction; as the Globe were Sett
Great Rattle vnto Kings, to play with it.

310

Whilst (as I said) the Imperiall Influence
Ravish't great Harrie's Soule with peacefull Deawes;
And wrought dispatches, by Ambassage hence,
To knit, with France; France vnderhand pursues
The Advantage of the Warre to nicke him out
Ere he could prize his Chance; False Dice may doo't.

311

The Maine was Harflew; and a cunning hand
Now threw att All; their quick-silver was dampt,
By a fresh Bale cast in; the Gamesters Stand
Then to another Chance; and what they can't
Get by Surprize discover'd, they sitt downe
Gamsters resolv'd; and thinke to take the Towne.

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Sigismund now, (who had beene Arbiter
And thought to part 'em, at an Equall Stake)
Blushes, to find the Cheat; and doth referre
The rest to fortune; yet that he may make
Himselfe a Saver, one way (at least Safe
In a faire Gamester) hee goes Harrie's halfe.

313

Harrie puts out a Navie, to the French-
Ioyn'd Genoese; and after some dispute
Bores their Fleet through, and many a vessell sinks
Rode Gallant, but ere while; and run it out
To releive Harflew straitned; but ere they
Put into Harbour, the Seige drew away.

314

Whilst these Things thus, the craftie Burgundie
Slips to Advantage everie severall way;
Comes in, to Harrie ioyns, then doubtfullie
Hangs in a Truce; that it were hard to Say
Were this King's-Fisher hung vp by the Bill
But he as the Wind Chang'd, would find it Still.

315

Harrie pursues his Claime, and from the Base
Himselfe had layd in France, erects his Pile;
And Scorn's the Slipperie Loam, was apt to wash,
Nor frost-proofe; only Glost his worke the while;
Burgundies Varnish, was a Pott sett by;
With his owne Colour, Harrie, workes as high.

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And from the Threshold, which himselfe had laid,
Hee leaps into the inner-Roomes, of France;
The greatest Fort of Strength, wch Neustria had,
Submitts its Name to His; Aumebelliers thence,
He easilie getts; These, wth their fees, in France
Were the first-made English Inheritance.

317

From hence to Caen, well fitted for a Seige;
And firme to the French Crowne or obstinate
To Harrie's offers; till the fatall Edge
Of Ruine, fill'd their streets; as had the fate
Of Harrie made them stubborne; that he might
For a more mercie, have an obiect fitt.

318

When Rage, the Streets (warre's hasty huswifry)
Was Sweeping vp; and everie Souldier made
Sword-Problemes, inhumanitie; as why
Should Man, Man, and Dirt, Dirt before them layd
Cumber the streets, Ash-heapes, and fill the Towne:
Thus ridd away their Mucke, and reare their owne.

319

But Harrie ere they more proceed, begins
A Better Lecture; Soe heard in his Schoole
Of Warre and Obey'd with a Reverence
To everie Article; as to a Rule
Some Antique Sect of Sages had it writ;
Firme Ipse Dixit they assevere it.

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Slaughter was exact, and barbarous Insolence
Curb'd by the Royall Mandate; he whoe well
Had thought a street his part, a little Since
Sitts idle on a Shop-board, not to Sell,
But gvard the Warehouse to the owner's vse;
Or ye Kings pleasure, for ye King might chuse.

321

While Harrie thus abroad, the Scotts at Home
Were busie Neighbours; and with a great Power
Make a full inroad; and that they might come
To rellish Discontents from the rude Ore
Of fallacy, (wch brooks noe Crusible,
To heat it vp;) boast Mettall, set of well.

322

Poor Richard, (yet againe, twice buried
Must set of Discontents; the Scotts, must bring
Our Enimie) our Peace; ne'r may 't be said
But from a better Hand, we got our King
Almost to Treason! better Rebell be
Against them, then by them taught Loyaltie.

323

Oldcastle watcht the Hower, and to their Pulse
Beats regular; for thus by Magnetisme
Bodies may worke, where the same Load-stone Rules
Conferring Needles; be 't the Aphorisme
Of whom you will, to contradict the Gloss,
The Text is true, and wee have found 't with Losse.

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But OldCastle is tooke; the Scotts afraid
Rather then forc'd, dispers'd; & happie Man
Wanted his Armes, might in some lighter Plad
'T Escape the English Sword; for there was than
A Bridge at Sterling; and 'twas still the fruite
Of a Scottch Conquest never worth pursuite.

325

This hindred not, Soe potent in their Armes
And prest in dutie, were the English then;
Harrie proceeds in France by many Storms;
Normandy ne're Subdued, he drawes his Men
To the Strong towne of Fallais; of more strength,
The Castle, longer kept; both tooke at length.

326

And now a formall Seidge he layes to Roan,
Chains vp the River, to prevent Releife;
For by necessity it must be won;
Patience in Great Attempts cōmends a Cheife;
Pent Numbers, (though in Stone Secure they Lye)
Eate out their Rampiers to the Enimie.

327

While before Roan, the King was Sett; to treat
Two Prelates came; and (if wee soe may Speake;)
Offer'd the Pax, might reconcile that Great
Debate in hand; but Harrie doth not Reck
The Painted Kisse; vnless he were dismiss'd
Absolv'd in Right, to what he should insist.

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They brought the Painted Apple, for his part
In Paradice; France truck't, for a faire face;
'Twas a cold bargaine, though the Bed might bear't;
An Armefull for a Conquest! Say it was
Worthy the Change, as from her Beautie, you
O're-prize the Bargaine; Harrie'l have that too.

329

And though the Representative Committ
Rapture vpon his heart, in well-drawne Smiles;
And Seem'd to vrge, or Did, he cannott flitt
Meerlie to tread the Ice of Love; the Toyles
Of former Glories; in a Petty-Coat
Wrapt, a night fardle; to his Fame forgott.

330

Such Smoothnesses may Act in limber youth;
And Soft Imagination may contrive,
From softer Sence, Drab Beautie, to a growth
Soe exquisite, ev'n Passion might derive
Its Generation, Pure; soe easie led
T'vndresse ourselves! fir'd Blood, ev'n brought a-Bed.

331

But Harrie's Glories trode the height of Love
Subservient to his Nobler, iuster Claime;
A fold within his Honour, yet above
The Mercate of a Dower; how may wee frame
His Character to Wonder, Iust? whose Eyes
Were wounded through; could Love, & yet be wise.

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After long Seige, (while Harrie trench't 'em round)
The Towne to Parly came; Even famine Spent
An Ile of Ratts! Men to their Pye-Crust bound,
And pickled Beife; worne out; to Beanes & Stint
Of meaner Pulse; High Sauces, Appetite
Provoke; French Sallades here would fit you right.

333

The Miter'd Prelate of our larger See,
(Empower'd by Harrie) offers Articles
For their Resignment; (the glad Towne sett free)
Condition to their Bellyes; & now meales
Expect againe, nor may wee blame 'em, if
From such a hand they take the Bread of Life.

334

The Towne Submitts; & Harrie enters now
Old English right; let William's Dust be pleas'd
(Poorely interr'd;) that his Cheif Citty, grow
Full-bloom'd, to the Old Stocke; Normandie Seiz'd
By English Armes! from the Ducall Stem
Conquer'd this Ile; which now quits Scores wth them.

335

Soe fast he goes in Victorie; as when
Full Tides, drove on by windes, prevent their houre;
The French (like drowsie Marriners) but then
Offer a Sayle; Harry (full-Spred in Power,)
Makes in to Anchor, Conference; & there
Could they Ioyne Trafficke, the harbour, Peace, is neare.

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Here from the Life, to what Embellishment
Nature's cleare Pencill may give Flesh & Blood;
Harrie may iudge, his Choice; approve, what Sent
Pleas'd in a Picture; ravisht as She Stood
To vndertake his Conquest; whilst soe faire
A Fort, holds out; worthy to end the Warre.

337

This Ladie form'd for Glorie; (if wee may
Vrge thin Idæas vnto Substances;)
Worthie our Harrie's Love, his hopes to say
A founded Empire; worthy, all wee gvesse
Princes (by Conquest or Alliance) frame
T'invite the Genius, or exalt the Name.

338

Therefore the Treatie broke; wth greater Speed
Hee flies, in Conquest; that at length, he may
With easie Armes, take in the White and Red
Tower; that or nothing; he can hardly Say
Above his Fate; as had he graspt the Wheele
Of Destinie, and could her Spoaks compell.

339

Harrie (whose March progressive victorye
Flew ore the Face of France) to all that State
Makes vp Approaches, to the Enimie
He fearéd most; but, written Fortunate
To all Proceedinges; Beautie must resigne
To Honor's Seige, where Fortune drawes the Line.

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'Twas now in Treatie; and Rocke-firméd hearts;
(Whose out-workes, Flesh and Blood, Soft Earth give way
To the Well-Planted Batterie rais'd by Arts
Yet vndiscovered;) Shrinke; what may wee Say
In honour of him? whose great Power Subverts
Not Townes & Castles, but Stormes Eyes, & Hearts.

341

Beautie, (whose polish is but from itselfe,
Lives in its Lustre, free from other force)
Scornes a Mechanicke Grinder; whose Sole Wealth
Excells his Industry; and to the Course
Hand (yet vnpeirc'd) retains the forme, its owne;
For only Glorie, gives Impression.

342

Harrie had rais'd his owne Effigies
A well-grav'd Medall, worthy of her heart;
The Iewell only might stand nere her Eies,
And keep its Lustre; Royall Loves impart
Strange flame, & catch, like Rayes; wee hardly yet
(Dull Sinners) may Arrive to fancye it.

343

'Tis soe concluded, as Affection,
Springs to that mutuall height, in the Decree
Of Providence; the Two are now made one,
By a sure knot; but what Divinitye
Can marrie Crownes & States? here ne'r the lesse
Long Enemies, are more then freinds, one flesh.

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How Happie doth the glorious Chaplet Sitt,
Where the consenting flowers, adorne one Head!
A Marriage Wreath, & yet more State in it
Then Numa's fyllet; if they were soe Wed
What Destinie vnbidden, Should divorce
The tye, soe Soone? for Better & for Worse.

345

Passe the Solemnitye; and if you please
Contract her Dower, beyond the Empirie
To her owne Eyes; the many Articles
There Seal'd in her, the true-Sūm'd Inventory,
And Adde this Little, (if it may Advance;)
The King of England's now the Heir of France.

346

Th' incenséd Dolphin (as wee cannot Blame
Iust Blood, Deprived) dissassents; 'tis yet
Vncancell'd Nature; Birth Supports a claime
Though force invade forc'd Lawes, t'abolish it;
'Tis a strange Gutt, that for a Gruell Meale
Resigns her Birthright, Nature's fee will Sell.

347

But (ah) what may an over-weakned Arme
Expresse of Power? a Prince is Sȳnew-Shrunke,
And Crampt, betwixt a Title, to keepe warme
And Cold Convenients; when the State Drunke
With their owne Potion, (like those vaine-made fooles)
Transfer Prærogative by their owne Rules.

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The Dolphin at a Distance, (to his Power)
Purveies his Right; & to the Double Claime
Of Harrie, casts in his owne Scale; sch bore
To many minds, a better weight; though lame
Affection grovells; & Erected Power
Pleads better Man, Imaging Man, Soe more.

349

The Dolphin keeps aloofe, while Harrie in
His well-acquiréd Title was confirm'd,
By one ioynt vote; the Mouth, State; the Trine
Concurrent Breath of Forme thus vnion term'd;
What hinders but himselfe make out the rest?
Indeed he wrought to All what they express't.

350

In this assent (his forméd Title, more
Pressing, with many minds;) his Armes pursue
A double claime, Strength doubled; where before
His only Title wrought, Hee bringeth now
A Right, t'assert him worthy of their Crowne;
To his Demand, their full Donation.

351

Monstreau & Sens, are forc'd if wee may play
With words, who doubts the monster sence subdued
By such a Reason? and the Quibble may
Sett better of if it were vnderstood;
The Light is Easye, & the Shadow brings
Life; one full draught, in Both, to pourtray Kings.

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Yet to his Armes & Title opposite
Sein-planted Melun stood; and was not Shooke
From her Allegiance to the Dolphin's Right;
Nor Harrie's Hoast, his Fame, nor yet to looke
Vpon their King, a Party to his Claime,
May force, or Tempt them, to another Name.

353

Whilst to assault and to repell, each sought,
His owne advantage; (and the breath of fire
Was only interchang'd from minds, too hott
To mingle calmer;) that alone Ayre
Tormented, might not nearer image Hell,
Then the Cold Center, to their minds they fell.

354

The Mine, an Arch of Glorie, Somewhat, which
The Sun n'er Saw; merits as great a Light,
And made a greater, when our Harrie meets
Fierce Barbazon; who thus engravéd fight
The Quarrell Single: here if either fall
The Sexton's pay'd; for Death is Buriall.

355

While their Armes act, their Eyes attend their Armes,
With an Officious Light, and force some Day;
Enough to gvide their Rage, which over-warmes
Them, narrow pent, to make too long a stay;
Both knowne, they part; Soe much their owne Selfe-flesh,
A Resurrection, cannot make the Peace.

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Strict to their Choice, by dire Necessitie
At length compell'd, (when Famine many weekes
Had eaten force;) the Towne Resignes, to be
At Harrie's mercy; Iustice only seekes
(As in the Rest, late tooke) for such as Stand
Burgundy-Branded; victims to her hand.

357

'Mongst whom the valiant Barbazon, was found
An Accessarie; he who stood the wrath
Of Harrie, yet vnwounded, vnderground
In open Ayre, is wafted, by his Breath;
Harry, the Rule for Both, can but afford
Exception; that Breath Royall's the best Sword.

358

First you must know young Burgundye (incens'd
With Charles the Dolphin, for his Father's Death)
Strikes in with Harrie; and a League commenc't
Of future freindship, by a Solemne faith;
The King (to obleige this Act,) vnto his claime
Vowes Vindication to his Father's Name.

359

Charles Viscount Narbon, here, wth Tannegvy
And Barbazon, were gvilty in his Blood;
'Twas too Apparent; Barbazon must Dye;
Murder admits of noe Repreive; he stood
Condemn'd alike; They Dye; but he in fate
Once worth his Armes, now worth his Advocate.

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'Twas vrg'd, (from an old Cannon, in the Law
Of Armes) noe Prince, for any cause, might take
Life, where it once ioyn'd hazard Sword to draw
In Combat, with that Prince; thus though Arms Speake
The Gallant Barbazon, they are mistooke:
See him noe further, he lives by his Booke;

361

Thus Great in France, that England may not want
Ioy in his Glories; haveing set the way
Hee leaves the Affaires of France, in management
To Clarence, & for Love allots One Day;
That Wondring Loyaltie, at home may Prize
His Conquest; halfe read, in his Queen's faire Eyes.

362

And with the verge of Royaltye, impales
Her brighter Temples; Beautie combatting
In many Rayes; Amazement but Enthralls
Eye-Charm'd Spectators; let wide Glorie Sing
Vpon an Ivorie Cloud, pleas'd Iuno' Stait;
With Armes and Eyes, Cross-Dappled, Black & White.

363

Beautie and Glorie! what high fiction wrought
T'adorne that Goddesse? with more Lustre flow
Here, to full Truth; Armes to wch Fancie, nought
Can adde but the cleare heaven of her owne Brow;
And that vnfathom'd world, wch for her Sake
Shrinks, to move greater, in that Zodiake.

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364

Let the rude Noyse of Bells enchant Dull Ears,
And Bon-fires baffle Eyes wth high-rais'd Light;
Condvits run Claret; and the Ballad verse
Spoyle Pageantrie, worse Sung, then 't was to Sight;
While Cittie-Liveries, (gvessing by the Boast
What either meant) resolve it to their Cost.

365

What Iunkets were prepar'd, what rare devices;
Who Sewer, waited, or who Carver Stood,
Stow may informe; who Ginger-bread in Slices
Distributs, & warme Wafers casts abroad;
As he had tooke Royall Solemnities
Iust to the Measure of the Wine & Spice.

366

Let not these Marchpane follies Dull your Sence
To better rellish; in this poynant State
Might give an Edge to Witt, at less expence;
Soe save the Ipocras, and Candy Plate;
But since perhaps we've drawne you thus from home
You'd loath to part wth out a Sugar Plum.

367

Tak't a Court Largess; full Certificate
To all the neighbourhood; y'ave once beene there;
Fit for a Lecture-Day, to Wonder at;
Transplanting Paradice, and six dayes cleare
Gott to the Bargaine; yet well housewiféd
This minuite's Sight a weekes Discourse may Spread.

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Wee dare not Sport his Glories, though wee could
Frame better Things vnto his Entertaine;
And Haile him Cæsar! Lungs, in volant Wood!
Like the Artifice of Regio Montane;
What boots Mechanicke Costs? Royaltie more
Enlivning, glads hearts dead & Lost before.

369

The Ceremonie of all hearts, give Ioy
Vnto his Welcome; all Eyes, throng to meet
Him, their Life-giveing Light; where Loyaltie
Keepes peace, wth wonder, they make equall feet;
And Kings from such a Congee plainly meant
Enioy by Gvift, that Name, which was but lent.

370

The Scotts (this while) Shut in the Penury
Of their owne feilds, and finding noe way ope
To annoy England, as an Enimie;
Goe where they may abroad, t'impeach the hope
Of English Armes; & wth fresh Aydes, to France,
Their Rancour in the Dolphin's Claime advance.

371

And wth the French ioyn'd, thought to have Surpriz'd
Clarence, vnware; but Bodies, in their hast
Betray their Speed, in Sweat; Some droppers Seiz'd,
Discover the Intention; Clarence fast
Bestirrs himselfe; Stratagem interchang'd,
He thought to Snap 'em, ere their men were rang'd.

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And did soe farre distract 'em; though the odds
In Number of their Men, not to be Spoke,
Might hemme him, they trudge off; where the aboads
Of Peace should be, is fill'd with noyse & Smoke;
Warre, put to Sanctuarie! who but beleives
This house of Praier, was now a Den of Theives?

373

Th' alarum now through all the Quarter runs;
And Brave Buchanan, arméd, to the Bridge
Drawes vp his Men; Clarence; (who saw at once
His Danger, & his hopes) alights, to engage
Them with a nearer force; Bucquanan ioyns,
And single Combat with the Duke maintains.

374

As (if high fiction, vnto greater Truth
Wee here may bring) the God of Warre, once made
Fight, with the big-arm'd Diomed; & Both
Like Gods, in Valour, Men, by Wounds betray'd
Themselves to be; & after long dispute
The Man more God, the God himselfe Subdued.

375

Soe after many Blowes, 'twixt these two Cheifs
Ayds pressing in, Clarence, to death was gor'd;
Not Diomed's Arme, struck Mars but ye Releifs
Nigh Pallas lent; & if the great Soul roar'd,
As feeble God, from brazen lungs, the Smart
Damps his Divinitie, with Tender heart.

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Thus early Clarence fell; ere Salisbury
Who led the Rere, came vp; yet to repaire
The losse, (if reparation may be)
He beats them off, & what was left but Aire
Of Clarence, brings away; Thus Honour rakes
The feild, & for thin Shadowes, hazardes Stakes.

377

Harry resents this Losse to all the Tye
Of Blood & Honour; & with prosp'rous Speed
Crosses to Callice; chained Victorie
Attends him everie Step; for when wee read
The Wonder of his Raigne, his Prowesse Spān'd
Fate; to make Glorie only worth his hand.

378

He speeds releifs to Paris; & makes on
His march in Conquest; of some holds were lost
Hee wants noe Trivmph, whose fame doth fore-run
Such expeditions; let not Paris boast
She gave one to his Entrance; Glorie Scarce
Is worth the Shew, Safetie, not Harbingers.

379

Their owne Securitie to Harrie's Arme
Offers Instructions, fitt for such a State;
Citties are Wise; 'tis but to sitt more Warme;
They offer out, their Tapestrie & Plate;
And lay their Treasure to the hand, Secures
It in the Chest, & them in Ease & Furres.

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But Harrie, (whose high Constitution,
Had noe delight in Miniver Respects
But to their Duty & the Occasion;)
Nor lov'd Court-Sweets, nor Sweet-Spun Dialects;
Quits both, & Loves the Toyle of Glorie; Proud
To have his Feild-Bed Curtain'd with a Cloud.

381

The Dolphin, (in his Absence) with small Forts
Made merrie; as he had Drawne in the Clue
Of Empire, to his Looms; but quicke reports
Of Harrie's Power, broke the Thred, as he drew
It, to his Bottome, and now run a-ground
Is to begin, as he had never wound.

382

Yet with his broken End, he playes a while,
Till Time run out his Sport to Wearines;
Harrie pursues new Glories, in fresh Toyle;
And beyond Conquest Sought, Sought how to expresse
Himselfe a Brother; thus, when Nature Springs
Passion, as Kings the world, She vassalls Kings.

383

Nor let it wrong his Temper, if he might
Be thus transported; let the Phlegme of Lead
Nourish its yeilding Bodie, & give weight
To sullen Earth; each Man is Mettall made,
And to the ruling Salt, he must Submitt;
This Pickle relishes both ware & Witt.

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As when a Pard, who filcht the Lion's right
Evades the Terror of his Shininge Eyes;
The Dolphin moves, to Harrie; he may fight
To Walléd Town's, but noe feild-Army nigh;
'Tis the sad fate of Kingdomes almost Spent,
T'enforce by Garrisons, Selfe Punishment.

385

Harrie drawes vp to Meaux; and plants a Seige
To their Strong Walles; in well-wrought Trenches Safe
He layd his Army; what the varied Edge
Of Wrath may Act soe neare was done; the Brave
Assailants, Scale & Delve, whilst they within
Make good their Walls, Sally & Countermine.

386

Whilst here he lay, by an Express came word
His Queen was brought a-Bed, in Happie Hower:
How Time & Place Elude! ev'n Kings are Stirr'd
With Superstitions; Harry (who gave more
Of fate in his Transmissive veins, then both
Could worke,) yet wraps the Infant in that Cloth.

387

And whether full to antique Prophesie,
Or some new Fancy of Devining Feares;
He sadly said 'Tis done; firme Destiny
Determin's Glory, to my narrow Sphære;
And this poore Child, borne to a longer Raigne
Shall eas'ly part wth what our Conquests gaine.

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Was it my Chardge, in deepe fore-sight of ill,
To forbid only Windsor to his Birth?
And it was Chose: Well, be it as it will;
Another Age repents what this brings forth;
I may not See the Event, but you (who live
To Struggle in those Tides;) will then beleive.

389

He paus'd; & many worthy thoughts came in
T'afflict his Soule; but let not Honour Dye
Convulst with Seeing to Another's Sin;
Our Errors make out Truth, in Destiny;
Or be there none wee idly Shun or Chuse
Propos'd Indifferents: & ourselves abuse.

390

Harrie yet Spreads himselfe; for while he lay
Full at the Seige, the Dolphin whirles the Coast;
And at Advantage Slips the Empty way;
Tooke Auranches: hardly tooke but lost;
For the King (Sensible of such a Maime)
Gives Salisbury some Men, who took't againe.

391

He the mean while, prest neare to force this Towne
And tooke it in the Trap they for him sett;
Brave Offemonte betray'd & now their owne;
Not vnto promise, for they feign'd but yet
They wanted but his Presence to assure
The Towne meer English, & him Conquerour.

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But he was tooke in the Attempt; & ere
'T might be discuss'd within, it wrought without;
Force takes the Advantage of their fraud & feare;
And in the instant storm's whilst the Men sought
To save more then themselves: Convey their goods
Vp to the Castle; but repent their Loads.

393

The Treasure was their Life, (how Iust is Fate
To Punish Men;) & now together hugg'd,
Torments them, 'twixt their wishes & their weight;
The Soldier tumbles what the owner Tugg'd;
Yet to their Choice, perhaps they rather fell,
Dye all at once, then Drop away Peice-meale.

394

But that noe Time be lost, what the Dispatch
Of Armes would warrant, in a full pursuite;
The King Plants to the Castle; layd a Breach
Wide to their fears & open to his foot;
But yet advis'd, vnto their Safetie gives
Conditions, & they yeild, to Save some Lives.

395

The Noblest Naméd in it were to Dye;
Some stood to Mercy, vnder Caution;
And Life (where nothing to the Contrarye
Might be Alleadg'd) the rest; 'tis hardly knowne
To what wild Frensies, honour will pursue
Her Ends; & wee must call it Iustice too.

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The Bright-Eyed Queen had brought fresh Levies in,
But fate forbids; what more? if Harry toyl'd
The Warre in health, for what vxorious Sin
Is he now Strucke? & full in Conquest foyl'd?
A Lover! Fatall to great Names; the Blood
Provok'd, intends more then it vnderstood.

397

Thus when the Great in Warre, the Wise in Peace,
Had humbled France, a Subiect to his Name;
Had Citties won, & layd out Provinces,
Mixt Fees; & Sate by Conquest to his Claime,
He fell, as Hee, who Sought the promist Land
But Saw it; yet their Conduct was his Hand.

398

As Xenophon, when he had pourtrayed
Cyrus, to all the Glories of a King;
Fitts him with Dying words; may what he Said
Not misbecome our Harrie, now the wing
Of Death had Chill'd his Lipps; & ere he Dye
Wrapt Silence fills him with new extasye.

399

Retir'd Calme Thoughts, Such as old Hermets keepe
(Perhaps as a Reserve) to their Last hower;
Or else inspir'd, (when that Eternall Sleep
First Seizeth Sence) t'accost the Breathing Power,
Who manageth the Soule; & Scours the Rust
Of fraile Affections, Earth & Passions Dust.

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Entranc'd to glorious vision in the flesh,
He lay, fitt for a greater; & receives
The Flame in Silence, which doth more Expresse
Then words well-Chosen; Language (wch Deceives
The World,) & Men (who Speake it as their thought)
Vanish; & full Cleare Dialects are taught.

401

While the French Dread his prosecution
Of a full Conquest, as Design'd; that heat
Which knew noe fire beyond it, taught too Soone,
Is wasted vp; Life fled; & all those great
Atcheivements, left to Feoffees; whilst his Son
An Infant, makes way for fate, cōming on.

402

Thus mighty Harry, (to whose Arme, the Earth
Was narrow) in a Corner, Quiet rests;
Swords (the ill Survey of the World) Set forth
From what Mistakeing Rules, Empire Consists
And Ages After; take the measure out
By Death's Geometrie, vnto a Foot.

403

But wee may erre & Doe; bold quills assume
Prerogative, & bind vp Maiestie
In Numbers, than the Grave a narrower roome.
May his great Name, Enlarge our Poesie,

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Whose Vrne is Honour's Shrine; & let the faint
Pilgrims in valour, Offer to this Saint.

The End.