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TO THE RIGHT VALIANT GENTLEMEN AND SOVLDIERS, THAT ARE, OR shalbe Armed vnder the Ensigne of Sainct George: In recompence of their vvorthie aduentures, Heauen, and euerlasting honor.
God
with S. George, Allon, braue Gentlemen,
Set Speares in rest, renew your auncient fame:
Rush on the Pikes, the Cannon do not shen,
Your Ancestors, with passage through the same,
This Prouerbe raisde, among the French, their Foes,
Vous es si fier, que vn Anglois.
Set Speares in rest, renew your auncient fame:
Rush on the Pikes, the Cannon do not shen,
Your Ancestors, with passage through the same,
This Prouerbe raisde, among the French, their Foes,
Vous es si fier, que vn Anglois.
Thou art as fierce, as is an Englishman,
The French still say, and proofe the same did teach:
Turne you the french into Castillian,
It hath a grace in such a loftie speach:
Your cause is good, and Englishmen you are,
Your foes be men, euen as the french men weare.
The French still say, and proofe the same did teach:
Turne you the french into Castillian,
It hath a grace in such a loftie speach:
Your cause is good, and Englishmen you are,
Your foes be men, euen as the french men weare.
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The force of death, that raiseth many feares,
In crauin harts, which courage doe dispise:
Long liues the man, that dyes in lusty yeares,
In actions where honour may arise.
And wherein may you honour more expect,
Then wronged men, to succour and protect?
In crauin harts, which courage doe dispise:
Long liues the man, that dyes in lusty yeares,
In actions where honour may arise.
And wherein may you honour more expect,
Then wronged men, to succour and protect?
The Lyon prayes, vpon the stoutest beast,
Yet lickes the sheep, the which the wolfe hath wound:
So worthy mindes, proude lookes, that feareth least,
Doth helpe to raise, the wounded from the ground.
Like Lyons then, the Armes of England shield,
Pray on your foes, and pittie those that yeld.
Yet lickes the sheep, the which the wolfe hath wound:
So worthy mindes, proude lookes, that feareth least,
Doth helpe to raise, the wounded from the ground.
Like Lyons then, the Armes of England shield,
Pray on your foes, and pittie those that yeld.
I say no more, but God be your good speede,
And send you (hap) which I did neuer taste:
And if this Booke, you do vouchsafe to reade,
You can not thinke, your labour spent in waste,
VVhich doth containe, the Morall rules of those,
That followed Mars, in thickest preace of foes.
And send you (hap) which I did neuer taste:
And if this Booke, you do vouchsafe to reade,
You can not thinke, your labour spent in waste,
VVhich doth containe, the Morall rules of those,
That followed Mars, in thickest preace of foes.
George Whetstone.
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