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[35] To Mr. WILLIAM BLADWELL.
Joy be to thee, of thy new place (say I)That seem'st to affect noble cavalrie,
A glorie which Fraunce vaunts of, to our shame,
We are become so carelesse of our fame.
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Or-dastard race-horse, or some snafled Jacke,
Then mount the praunsing Courser, by whose pride
The Riders courage might be multipli'de.
And yee our Knights have yee forgot your name,
Or doe yee wilfully neglect your fame;
Yee by your Spurres seeme to be Chevaliers,
But by your Steedes y'are Northerne Borderers,
Or some Heath-scourers, fitter farre to flie
Then mannage combate 'gainst an enemie.
O sleepe not still; least yee contend too late,
Your honours from the dust to vindicate.
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