A Posie of Gilloflowers eche differing from other in colour and odour, yet all sweete. By Humfrey Gifford |
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For Souldiers.
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 | A Posie of Gilloflowers |  |
For Souldiers.
Ye
buds of Brutus land, couragious youths, now play your parts
Unto your tackle stand, abide the brunt with valiāt hearts.
For newes is carried too & fro, that we must forth to warfare goe:
Men muster now in euery place, & souldiers are prest forth apace.
Faynt not, spend blood; to doe your Queene & countrey good.
Fayre wordes, good pay, wil make men cast al care away.
Unto your tackle stand, abide the brunt with valiāt hearts.
For newes is carried too & fro, that we must forth to warfare goe:
Men muster now in euery place, & souldiers are prest forth apace.
Faynt not, spend blood; to doe your Queene & countrey good.
Fayre wordes, good pay, wil make men cast al care away.
The time of warre is come, prepare your corslet, speare & shield,
Me thinks I heare the drumme, strike doleful marches to the field,
Tantara, tātara, ye trūpets sound, we makes our harts wt ioy aboūd,
The roring guns are heard a far, & euery thing denounceth warre.
Serue God, stand stoute; bold courage brings this geare about.
Feare not; forth run; faint heart, faire Lady neuer woonne.
Me thinks I heare the drumme, strike doleful marches to the field,
Tantara, tātara, ye trūpets sound, we makes our harts wt ioy aboūd,
The roring guns are heard a far, & euery thing denounceth warre.
Serue God, stand stoute; bold courage brings this geare about.
Feare not; forth run; faint heart, faire Lady neuer woonne.
Yee curious Carpet knights, that spende the time in sport & play
Abrode & see new sights, your coūtries cause cals you away:
Doe not to make your Ladies game, bring blemish to your worthy name.
Away to field, & win renoune, wt courage beat your enimies down.
Stoute hearts gain praise, when Dastards sayle in slaunders seas:
Hap what hap shal, we sure, shal die but once for all.
Abrode & see new sights, your coūtries cause cals you away:
Doe not to make your Ladies game, bring blemish to your worthy name.
Away to field, & win renoune, wt courage beat your enimies down.
Stoute hearts gain praise, when Dastards sayle in slaunders seas:
Hap what hap shal, we sure, shal die but once for all.
Alarme me thinkes they cry, be packing mates, be gone with speed,
Our foes are very nigh, shame haue that man that shrinks at need.
Unto it boldly let vs stand, God wil geue right the vpper hand.
Our cause is good, we need not doubt, in signe of courage geue a showte.
March forth, be strōg, good hap wil come ere it be long.
Shrinke not, fight well, for lusty lads must beare the bell.
Our foes are very nigh, shame haue that man that shrinks at need.
Unto it boldly let vs stand, God wil geue right the vpper hand.
Our cause is good, we need not doubt, in signe of courage geue a showte.
March forth, be strōg, good hap wil come ere it be long.
Shrinke not, fight well, for lusty lads must beare the bell.
All you that wil shun euil, must dwel in warfare euery day,
The world, the flesh & Diuel, alwayes doe seeke our soules decay.
striue wt these foes wt al your might, so shal you fight a worthy fight.
That cōquest doth deserue most praise, wher vice do yeeld to vertues wayes.
Beat down foule sin, a worthy crown then shal ye win.
If we liue wel, in heauen with Christ our soules shal dwell.
The world, the flesh & Diuel, alwayes doe seeke our soules decay.
striue wt these foes wt al your might, so shal you fight a worthy fight.
That cōquest doth deserue most praise, wher vice do yeeld to vertues wayes.
Beat down foule sin, a worthy crown then shal ye win.
If we liue wel, in heauen with Christ our soules shal dwell.
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