Du Bartas His Divine Weekes And Workes with A Compleate Collectio[n] of all the other most delight-full Workes: Translated and written by yt famous Philomusus: Iosvah Sylvester |
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TO PRINCE HENRY HIS HIGHNES.
A Sonnet.
Hauing new-mustred th'Hoast of all this All,Your Royall Father in our Fore-ward stands:
Where (Adam-like) Himself alone Commands
A World of Creatures, ready at his Call.
Our Middle-ward doth not vnfitly fall
To famous Chiefs, whose graue braue heads & hands
In Counsai'ld Courage so Conduct our Bands,
As (at a brunt) affront the force of Baal.
Our Reare-Ward (Sir) shalbe your Princely Charge,
Though last, not least (sith it most Honour brings)
Where Honour's Field before you lies more large:
For Your Command is of a Camp of Kings,
Som good; som bad: Your Glory shall be, heer
To Chuse and Vse the good, the bad Cashier.
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