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All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet

Being Sixty and three in Number. Collected into one Volume by the Author [i.e. John Taylor]: With sundry new Additions, corrected, reuised, and newly Imprinted

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[VVith raging madnesse and with fury fell]

VVith raging madnesse and with fury fell,
Great Diomed, and Aiax 'eft their Tents,
And in the throat of death, to blowes they fell,
To make more worke for plaisters, and for tents.
With blood imbruing all the Phrygian Clime,
Whilst men like Autumne leaues drop dying downe:
Where som th'row blood, & woūds to honor clime,
And some their mangled lims bestrows the downe:
Whilst Paris with his Hellen in his Armes
Imbraces her about the wastfull wast:
Saw many a Gallant Knight in burnisht Armes,
Who from their Tents made haste to make more waste:
Who to their Tents did ne'r returne again.
Thus warres makes gaine a losse, and losse a gaine.