The true reporte of the prosperous successe which God gaue vnto our English Souldiours against the forraine bands of our Romaine enemies, lately ariued, (but soone inough to theyr cost) in Ireland, in the yeare. 1580. Gathered out of the Letters of moste credit and circumstaunce, that haue beene sent ouer, and more at large set foorth then in the former printed Copie [etc.] [by Anthony Munday] |
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[Who wayeth well each point of this discourse]
Who wayeth well each point of this discourse,
Howcrooked hap encounters canckred minde:
How rightfull cause subdueth wrongfull force,
How he is caught that layes the snare: shall finde,
Naught bootes it then to trust to any ods,
Who Giantlike doo fight against the Gods.
Howcrooked hap encounters canckred minde:
How rightfull cause subdueth wrongfull force,
How he is caught that layes the snare: shall finde,
Naught bootes it then to trust to any ods,
Who Giantlike doo fight against the Gods.
To rob all Princes of their rule and right,
God of the glory due to him alone:
Man of his soule, and Sathan of his might,
To boulster Rebelles, gainst their Princes throne:
To seeke God's truthe and Gospell to suppresse.
Let all men iudge if this be holynesse.
God of the glory due to him alone:
Man of his soule, and Sathan of his might,
To boulster Rebelles, gainst their Princes throne:
To seeke God's truthe and Gospell to suppresse.
Let all men iudge if this be holynesse.
O Roome, the roome, where all outrage is wrought,
The Sea of sinne, the beast with seuenfold head:
The Shop wherein all shame is sould and bought,
The Cup whence poison through the world is spred.
VVell maist thou draw the simple with a Dreame,
And ween to winne, yet striue against the streame.
The Sea of sinne, the beast with seuenfold head:
The Shop wherein all shame is sould and bought,
The Cup whence poison through the world is spred.
VVell maist thou draw the simple with a Dreame,
And ween to winne, yet striue against the streame.
VVho fauours, feares, or followes with desire,
Thy state, thy strength, thy vaine and wicked reed:
Deserues, dislikes, and iustly dooth acquire,
The swoord, thy swaye, destruction for his meed.
Let Pope, let Turke, let Sathan rage their fill:
God keepeth vs, if we doo keepe his will.
Thy state, thy strength, thy vaine and wicked reed:
Deserues, dislikes, and iustly dooth acquire,
The swoord, thy swaye, destruction for his meed.
Let Pope, let Turke, let Sathan rage their fill:
God keepeth vs, if we doo keepe his will.
Esto Honor & gloria Domini.
FINIS.
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