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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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A farewell and hearty well-wishing to the noble attempts of our English Sea and Land forces, with their Allies and Confederates.

You sons of Mars that furrow Neptunes brow,
And o're the dang'rous Deep (vndanted) plow;
You who esteeme your Countries honor more,
Than life or pelfe, (which Peasants doe adore)
Your noble Ancestours, whose memories
Are borne by Fame as farre as Titans Rise,
And vniversally diuulg'd from thence
The Circle of the worlds circumference,
Let their example be a spurre to you,
That you their worthy vertues may pursue:
They were but men, and you are each so much,
They were victorious, may you each be such;
They had good courage guided with good skill,
Which skill and Courage, Fortune, Grace and Will,
I doe implore th'Almighty to bestow,
On you in generall, All, both high and low.
Time doth record our Britaines matchlesse force
By Sea and Land, with valiant foot or horse,
Hath made France tremble and proud Spaine to quake,
And great Ierusalems foundations shake:
And as true valour did inspire their brests,
So Victory and Conquest crown'd their Crests.
O may your good intendments fall out right,
The God of Battels still your Battels fight;
That as your Fathers were, so you may be,
Rare Patternes vnto your posteritie:
That all our Foes with terrour now may know
They haue beene beaten, and they must be so,
True Honour, Fame, and Victory attend you:
And high Iehouah in your cause defend you:
That Immortality your fames may Crowne,
And GOD may haue the Glorie and Renowne.
Iohn Taylor.