 | The Knave of Harts |  |
A censure of Gun-shot.
When Archidamus did behold with wonder,Mans imitation of Ioues dreadfull Thunder:
The fire first, presenting lightnings flame,
A fearefull sound to ouer-take the same:
The swarty Vapor like to Phlegeton,
Or stincking Sulphure out of Acheron:
The roring Cannon, from whose lips of brasse,
The fatall messenger of Death did passe:
An iron ball, wrapt round about with fire:
He thus concludes his censure with admire,
O Hercules, mans valour and his might,
Prowesse and strength, are all extinguish'd quite!
Here is destructions-monster, sent from Hell,
(The Diuels engine) manly force farewell.
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