 | To Rash Iudgement, Tom Foole, and his fellowes |  |
Will, without Reason.
One ask'd a fellow what he thought of Peace,
Which was the better, Bloody warre, or it?
Marry (quoth he) I say let Fight increase,
Though I my selfe had neuer hand in it.
Which was the better, Bloody warre, or it?
Marry (quoth he) I say let Fight increase,
Though I my selfe had neuer hand in it.
Then what's thy reason, questions he againe?
Fayth no great reason for it, I do know:
But Captaines say, when we had Warre with Spaine,
With India Gold the Purse did plenty flowe.
Fayth no great reason for it, I do know:
But Captaines say, when we had Warre with Spaine,
With India Gold the Purse did plenty flowe.
So did it (quoth the other) with the Blood,
Of Inocents, and peacefull quiet men.
Well, well, (sayd he) a number got much good:
And t'was a world of gallant swagg'ring then;
Which makes me take Warre for the better lott.
Friend (quoth the t'other) your Fooles Bolt is Shot.
Of Inocents, and peacefull quiet men.
Well, well, (sayd he) a number got much good:
And t'was a world of gallant swagg'ring then;
Which makes me take Warre for the better lott.
Friend (quoth the t'other) your Fooles Bolt is Shot.
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