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             Mayeres his travels containing a true recapitulation of all the remarkable passages which befell in the authors peregrination and voyages, as namely in these imployments following: viz. his 1 voyage for the wars in Ireland in Queen E.R. 2 At Breda, under one of the four English Colonell regiments. 3 With Count Mansfield. 4 To Cales. 5 To the Ile of Rhee. Wherunto is added a speech the author held with great King Hunger in his journey over the alpes. Collected and written by him who was both an actor, and an eye witnesse in the above named severall imployments, the space of forty yeeres, R.M.S. Gent. Published with license and authority.
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           MAYERES
           HIS
           TRAVELS
           :
           Containing
           a
           true
           Recapitulation
           of
           all
           the
           remarkable
           passages
           
             which
             befell
             in
             the
             Authors
             Peregrination
          
           and
           Voyages
           ,
           as
           namely
           in
           these
           Imployments
           following
           :
           viz.
           his
        
         
           
             1
             Voyage
             for
             the
             wars
             in
             Ireland
             in
             Queen
             
               E.
               R.
            
             
          
           
             2
             At
             Breda
             ,
             under
             one
             of
             the
             four
             English
             Colonell
             Regiments
             .
          
           
             3
             With
             Count
             Mansfield
             .
          
           
             4
             To
             Cales
             .
          
           
             5
             To
             the
             I
             le
             of
             Rhee
             .
          
        
         
           Wherunto
           is
           added
           a
           speech
           the
           Author
           held
           with
           great
           King
           Hunger
           in
           his
           journey
           over
           the
           Alpes
           .
        
         
           Collected
           and
           written
           by
           him
           who
           was
           both
           an
           actor
           ,
           and
           an
           eye
           witnesse
           in
           the
           above
           named
           severall
           imployments
           ,
           the
           space
           of
           forty
           yeeres
           ,
           
             R.
             M.
             S.
          
           Gent.
           
        
         
           Published
           with
           License
           and
           Authority
           .
        
         
           LONDON
           ,
           Printed
           by
           
             T.
             H.
          
           for
           
             Richard
             Harper
          
           ,
           and
           are
           to
           〈…〉
        
      
       
         
         
         
           
             TO
             THE
             RIGHT
             Worshipfull
             and
             much
             honored
          
           Iohn
           Potham
           ,
           
             Knight
             and
             Baronet
             ,
             a
             poor
             Souldier
          
           wisheth
           all
           happines
           in
           this
           life
           ,
           and
           eternall
           felicitie
           in
           the
           life
           to
           come
           .
        
         
           
             RIGHT
             WORSHIPFULL
             ,
          
        
         
           IT
           is
           said
           that
           the
           silly
           Wren
           ,
           the
           least
           of
           all
           Birds
           ,
           takes
           her
           chiefest
           shelter
           under
           the
           Eagles
           wings
           ,
           and
           that
           the
           Princely
           Vnicorne
           
           delighting
           in
           Musick
           would
           stand
           stil
           to
           heare
           (
           after
           the
           sweet
           singing
           Philomela
           had
           sounded
           out
           her
           melodious
           and
           silver
           sounding
           tunes
           )
           the
           poore
           Thrush
           to
           warble
           out
           her
           chat
           ,
           and
           so
           sometimes
           ,
           that
           great
           Augustus
           (
           who
           made
           the
           VVorld
           to
           tremble
           )
           would
           vouchsafe
           to
           hear
           and
           read
           ,
           the
           homely
           work
           of
           a
           rustick
           Shepherd
           ,
           aswell
           as
           the
           learned
           and
           lofty
           Verse
           of
           Virgill
           :
           All
           which
           imboldneth
           me
           (
           poor
           Vassall
           )
           to
           dedicate
           this
           poore
           Pamphlet
           ,
           being
           the
           tragicall
           discourse
           of
           my
           lives
           Catastrophe
           to
           your
           noble
           selfe
           ,
           Verse
           I
           dare
           not
           call
           ,
           neither
           prose
           ;
           it
           is
           but
           a
           poor
           ,
           plain
           ,
           brief
           and
           true
           rehersall
           of
           my
           disasters
           in
           that
           little
           service
           and
           poore
           travell
           that
           I
           have
           undergone
           ,
           being
           the
           space
           of
           forty
           yeares
           :
           Beseeching
           your
           noble
           
           selfe
           ,
           to
           be
           the
           Eagle
           ,
           to
           shelter
           this
           my
           poore
           
           Wren-like
           worke
           ,
           under
           the
           shadow
           of
           your
           loving
           wings
           ;
           and
           to
           heare
           the
           Rurall
           tune
           of
           a
           poore
           Rusticke
           Souldier
           clattering
           in
           an
           Iron
           coat
           ,
           aswell
           as
           Orpheus
           with
           his
           dainty
           Musick
           ,
           clad
           in
           a
           Peacock
           coloured
           sute
           ,
           singing
           out
           his
           delighting
           Sirens
           songs
           more
           then
           Philomela
           like
           ,
           and
           as
           Augustus
           to
           daigne
           to
           looke
           down
           so
           low
           ,
           as
           to
           take
           the
           view
           of
           tragicall
           discourse
           of
           a
           poor
           souldiers
           unfortunate
           passages
           ,
           as
           the
           thrice
           noble
           verse
           of
           learned
           
             Spenser
             ,
             Draiton
          
           ,
           and
           their
           fellows
           :
           happy
           shall
           I
           think
           my selfe
           ,
           if
           you
           will
           not
           be
           displeased
           at
           my
           presumption
           ,
           but
           much
           more
           happy
           shal
           I
           bee
           ,
           if
           your
           Worship
           will
           but
           give
           my
           poor
           widows
           mite
           your
           kind
           and
           favourable
           acceptance
           :
           I
           hope
           the
           
           better
           ,
           in
           regard
           I
           found
           your
           favour
           once
           in
           Bohemia
           ,
           being
           utterly
           unknown
           ,
           being
           then
           (
           as
           I
           am
           still
           )
           very
           poore
           ,
           it
           was
           not
           then
           ,
           nor
           is
           not
           now
           for
           any
           gift
           I
           sought
           or
           seek
           more
           then
           your
           noble
           and
           loving
           countenance
           ,
           and
           respect
           .
           Thus
           will
           I
           rest
           ,
           leaving
           your
           noble
           self
           to
           the
           Lords
           protection
           ,
           and
           my self
           and
           my
           poore
           Catastrophe
           to
           the
           VVorlds
           view
           ,
           and
           sharpe
           censure
           of
           many
           viporous
           and
           malignant
           tongues
           .
        
         
           
             Your
             Worships
             in
             all
             service
             ,
             RANDULFH
             MAYERES
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           
             GEntle
             Reader
             ,
             I
             intreat
             thee
             ,
             that
             if
             thou
             findest
             any
             things
             amisse
             in
             this
             Catalogue
             of
             my
             disasters
             ,
             and
             thy selfe
             couldest
             have
             done
             much
             better
             ,
             laugh
             not
             this
             to
             scorn
             ,
             but
             doe
             that
             better
             thou
             canst
             doe
             ,
             and
             give
             the
             glorie
             to
             God
             that
             hath
             given
             thee
             those
             better
             parts
             :
             for
             poor
             man
             that
             I
             am
             ,
             what
             I
             have
             done
             ,
             I
             have
             done
             it
             as
             no
             scholler
             but
             a
             poore
             souldier
             ,
             not
             seen
             in
             any
             poeticall
             Fiction
             ,
             or
             Aenigmaticall
             invention
             ,
             much
             lesse
             in
             any
             patheticall
             curiositie
             
             of
             dainty
             discourse
             ,
             but
             plain
             as
             poor
             ,
             for
             I
             can
             no
             better
             :
             Wherefore
             I
             beseech
             thee
             speake
             sparingly
             ,
             censure
             lovingly
             ,
             judge
             charitably
             of
             a
             poore
             unlearned
             souldiers
             Catastrophe
             :
             hee
             is
             one
             that
             will
             not
             wrong
             thee
             nor
             no
             man
             ,
             but
             favours
             all
             ,
             hates
             none
             ,
             loves
             God
             ,
             honours
             his
             King
             and
             Country
             ,
             and
             hopes
             to
             die
             in
             Gods
             fear
             ,
             and
             after
             to
             live
             with
             him
             in
             glory
             ,
             and
             so
             I
             rest
             thine
             in
             all
             dutie
             ,
          
        
         
           
             R.
             M.
             
          
        
      
       
         
         
           
             TO
             be
             a
             souldier
             ,
             is
             an
             honour
             ;
             such
          
           
             As
             all
             may
             speak
             but
             none
             cōmend
             too
             much
             .
          
           
             To
             be
             a
             Poet
             ,
             that
             doth
             farre
             transcend
          
           
             Mortality
             :
             Man
             ,
             hath
             his
             propos'd
             end
             :
          
           
             But
             the
             Muse
             is
             immortall
             ,
             upward
             flying
          
           
             To
             what
             is
             ever-lasting
             ,
             never
             dying
             .
          
           
             But
             where
             these
             ,
             in
             one
             Centre
             shall
             combine
             ,
          
           
             Though
             souldiers
             terrene
             ,
             and
             the
             Muse
             divine
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             both
             of
             them
             make
             a
             sweet
             harmony
             ,
          
           
             'Twixt
             Mars
             the
             god
             of
             warre
             ,
             and
             Mercury
             .
          
        
         
           
             Great
             Caesar
             ,
             fam'd
             in
             many
             a
             glorious
             sight
             ,
          
           
             Still
             ,
             what
             he
             did
             by
             day
             wrote
             down
             by
             night
          
           
             And
             was
             his
             own
             Chronologer
             :
             what
             he
          
           
             Deserv'd
             in
             that
             ,
             may
             be
             conferd
             on
             thee
          
           
             (
             My
             worthy
             Friend
             )
             who
             nothing
             here
             sett'st
          
           
             (
             But
             as
             it
             justly
             may
             be
             call'd
             thine
             own
             )
          
           
             So
             ,
             of
             those
             passages
             thou
             dost
             descry
             down
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             hast
             bin
             witnesse
             ,
             both
             in
             eare
             and
             eye
             .
          
        
         
           
             In
             the
             French
             wars
             thou
             hast
             an
             Actor
             been
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             Irish
             ,
             serv'd
             the
             Maiden
             Queen
          
           
             Eliza
             ,
             of
             blest
             memory
             :
             the
             skars
          
           
             Thou
             wear'st
             about
             thee
             of
             the
             Belgick
             wars
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             also
             wast
             a
             sharer
             in
             the
             fate
          
           
             Of
             the
             sad
             losse
             ,
             in
             the
             Palatinate
             ,
          
           
             Thy
             worthy
             service
             hath
             been
             known
             to
             bee
          
           
             Both
             in
             Cales
             Voyage
             ,
             and
             the
             Isle
             Del-ree
             .
          
           
             And
             needs
             must
             thou
             immortall
             glory
             winne
             ,
          
           
             To
             give
             so
             fair
             account
             where
             thou
             hast
             bin
             ,
          
           
             Both
             Arms
             and
             Arts
             thy
             meeter
             doth
             expresse
             ,
          
           
             In
             thy
             prayse
             therfore
             I
             could
             write
             no
             lesse
             .
          
        
         
           
             Th.
             Haywood
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
         
           Humfrey
           Crowch
           
             To
             the
             Author
             Master
          
           Randulph
           Mayres
           .
        
         
           
             TO
             thee
             brave
             Mayres
             whose
             spirit
             's
             not
             confin'd
          
           
             Within
             the
             limits
             of
             a
             cowards
             minde
             ,
          
           
             For
             as
             the
             Elements
             of
             fire
             and
             water
             ,
          
           
             When
             as
             they
             meet
             do
             strive
             which
             shall
             be
             greater
             ,
          
           
             So
             feare
             and
             valour
             in
             a
             souldiers
             brest
             ,
          
           
             Do
             strive
             in
             volentars
             ,
             and
             some
             that
             's
             prest
             ,
          
           
             But
             like
             a
             flash
             of
             lightning
             valour
             did
          
           
             Put
             life
             in
             thee
             ,
             when
             feare
             struck
             others
             dead
             ,
          
           
             In
             a
             good
             cause
             valour
             made
             thee
             resolu'd
             ,
          
           
             To
             venter
             forth
             which
             made
             thee
             be
             extold
             ,
          
           
             And
             what
             thy
             youth
             perform'd
             in
             field
             and
             town
             ,
          
           
             Now
             crowns
             thy
             age
             with
             honour
             and
             renown
             ,
          
           
             To
             try
             the
             worst
             of
             ills
             thou
             tookst
             a
             pride
             ,
          
           
             As
             this
             Book
             shews
             which
             cannot
             be
             denide
             ,
          
           
             Hard
             lodging
             ,
             hunger
             ,
             cold
             ,
             could
             not
             displant
             thee
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             yet
             grim
             death
             himself
             could
             ever
             daunt
             thee
             ,
          
           
             When
             cowards
             fled
             ,
             and
             some
             that
             staid
             prov'd
             base
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             stout
             didst
             brave
             King
             Hunger
             to
             his
             face
             ,
          
           
             Thy
             daring
             heart
             did
             clime
             the
             Alps
             so
             high
             ,
          
           
             Not
             high
             enough
             for
             thee
             ,
             I
             grieve
             that
             I
          
           
             Want
             matter
             to
             extoll
             thee
             as
             I
             should
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             name
             deserveth
             to
             be
             writ
             in
             gold
             .
          
           
             The
             losing
             of
             Breda
             is
             thy
             relating
             ,
          
           
             The
             I
             le
             of
             Ree
             which
             set
             the
             French
             a
             prating
             :
          
           
           
             That
             though
             our
             men
             were
             beaten
             from
             that
             coast
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             shew'st
             the
             French
             have
             no
             great
             cause
             to
          
           
             And
             since
             to
             talk
             of
             wars
             is
             thy
             delight
             :
          
           
             All
             the
             Bohemian
             wars
             thou
             dost
             recite
             ,
             boast
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             being
             an
             eye-witnesse
             of
             these
             things
             ,
          
           
             The
             news
             unto
             thy
             native
             Country
             brings
             .
          
           
             Rest
             (
             worthy
             man
             )
             from
             all
             thy
             pains
             and
             toyles
             ,
          
           
             For
             age
             ,
             we
             know
             ,
             the
             stoutest
             souldier
             foyles
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           To
           the
           gentle
           Reader
           of
           Master
           
             Randulph
             Mayeres
          
           his
           travels
           .
        
         
           
             GEntle
             Spectators
             of
             this
             Pamphlet
             small
             ,
          
           
             The
             Author
             doth
             desire
             no
             prayse
             at
             all
             ,
          
           
             His
             works
             prayse
             him
             so
             worthily
             he
             writes
             ,
          
           
             To
             read
             his
             travels
             he
             the
             world
             incites
             ,
          
           
             The
             name
             of
             Poet
             he
             doth
             here
             refuse
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             we
             may
             understand
             he
             hath
             a
             Muse.
          
           
             Souldier
             and
             Scholler
             ,
             it
             seems
             he
             is
             belike
             ,
          
           
             For
             he
             can
             use
             his
             pen
             as
             well
             as
             Pike
             ,
          
           
             He
             is
             no
             Venus
             Darling
             ,
             you
             shall
             know
             it
             ,
          
           
             A
             sonne
             of
             Mars
             ,
             a
             Souldier
             ,
             and
             a
             Poet
             :
          
           
             So
             then
             regardlesse
             of
             vain
             Criticks
             cavils
             ,
          
           
             Honour
             his
             person
             ,
             and
             read
             o're
             his
             travels
             .
          
        
         
           
             H.
             C.
             
          
        
      
       
         
         
           Imprimatur
           .
        
         
           
             Th.
             Wykes
             .
          
           
             
               May
               12.
               1638.
               
            
          
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
           
             1
          
           
             MY
             Muse
             is
             mounted
             and
             perforce
             will
             write
             ,
          
           
             Putting
             mee
             on
             ,
             to
             write
             some
             new
             found
             thing
             ,
          
           
             But
             I
             cannot
             from
             a
             shall●w
             brain
             indite
          
           
             Any
             that
             's
             new
             ,
             but
             must
             old
             tydings
             bring
             :
          
           
             Yet
             still
             my
             Muse
             ,
             she
             doth
             me
             much
             reprove
          
           
             And
             bids
             me
             cease
             ,
             unlesse
             I
             write
             of
             love
             .
          
        
         
           1
           
             Nothing
             in
             this
             age
             is
             so
             delightfull
             as
             love-toyes
             ,
             and
             lascivious
             rimes
             ,
             wherin
             youth
             takes
             his
             chiefest
             felicity
             ,
             for
          
           Venus
           
             the
             great
             Goddesse
             of
             Love
             ,
             with
             her
             three
             children
             base
             begotten
             ,
             as
             Pride
             ,
             Beauty
             ,
             and
             Riches
             ,
             with
             her
             neer
             Kinsman
             the
             great
             god
          
           Bacchus
           
             at
             her
             elbow
             ,
             bears
             all
             the
             sway
             in
             these
             days
             :
             so
             that
             one
             sheet
             of
             paper
             is
             more
             valued
             writ
             as
             a
          
           Love-toy
           ,
           
             then
             a
             Reame
             of
             paper
             writ
             in
             this
             nature
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             2
          
           
             And
             tels
             me
             that
             ,
             Bellona's
             banish'd
             cleer
             ,
          
           
             And
             hides
             her
             face
             ,
             even
             as
             a
             coward
             base
          
           
             And
             dare
             not
             once
             the
             goddesse
             Love
             come
             neer
             ,
          
           
             For
             love
             not
             war
             is
             holden
             all
             in
             grace
             :
          
           
             But
             yet
             I
             cannot
             ,
             but
             of
             war
             must
             speak
             ,
          
           
             And
             not
             of
             love
             although
             my
             heart
             should
             break
             .
          
        
         
           2
           
             Yet
             could
             I
             wish
             the
             wise
             to
             consider
             that
             as
          
           Venus
           
             hath
             her
             three
             delightfull
             Daughters
             ,
             and
             a
             frolick
             Kinsman
             :
             So
             hath
             the
             Goddesse
          
           Bellona's
           
             three
             Handmaids
             ,
             Fire
             ,
             Sword
             ,
             and
             Famine
             ,
             which
             being
             sent
             abroad
             :
             make
             such
             havock
             of
          
           Venus
           
             Images
             ,
             as
             nothing
             then
             ,
             is
             so
             much
             in
             respect
             as
          
           Mars
           
             his
             messengers
             ,
             which
             indeed
             is
             poor
             souldiers
             ,
             which
             in
             this
             age
             is
             most
             of
             all
             men
             rejected
             :
             and
             disrespected
             ,
             unlesse
             it
             be
             of
             some
             noble
             spirits
             ,
             and
             the
             learned
             Patrons
             of
             divine
             Contemptations
             ,
             &
             Managers
             of
             Martiall
             affairs
             .
          
        
         
           
             3
          
           
             Nor
             can
             I
             write
             as
             Satyrists
             use
             to
             do
             ,
          
           
             Against
             what
             ,
             not
             some
             harsh
             invective
             verse
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             strive
             I
             can
             to
             put
             my
             Muse
             unto
          
           
             The
             pleasure
             of
             fair
             Venus
             to
             reherse
             :
          
           
             Nor
             can
             I
             write
             ,
             as
             fittest
             is
             indeed
             ,
          
           
             Of
             bloudy
             Mars
             ,
             oft
             made
             my
             body
             bleed
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             4
          
           
             Then
             Muse
             give
             leave
             ,
             for
             I
             am
             minded
             now
             ,
          
           
             To
             warble
             out
             the
             whole
             Catastrophey
          
           
             Of
             the
             disasters
             I
             have
             wandred
             through
             ,
          
           
             They
             are
             intricate
             as
             is
             Menanders
             way
             ,
          
           
             A
             Labyrinth
             wherin
             I
             have
             laboured
             sore
             ,
          
           
             And
             yet
             my
             labour
             still
             is
             more
             and
             more
             .
          
        
         
           4
           
             I
             call
             this
             my
             Catastrophe
             ,
             for
             that
             it
             is
             the
             rehearsall
             of
             all
             ,
             or
             most
             what
             of
             my
             lives
             passage
             since
             I
             was
             able
             to
             beare
             Armes
             as
             a
             Souldier
             ,
             being
             a
             tragicall
             discourse
             of
             a
             Souldier
             ,
             a
             Traveller
             ,
             a
             Prisoner
             ,
             a
             Pilgrim
             ,
             a
             Begger
             ,
             and
             in
             some
             small
             measure
             a
             poor
             Scholler
             .
          
        
         
           
             5
          
           
             My
             labour
             hath
             been
             for
             to
             travell
             much
             ,
          
           
             To
             search
             the
             secrets
             on
             this
             Orbe
             of
             earth
             ,
          
           
             But
             yet
             ,
             alas
             ,
             my
             sorrows
             they
             were
             such
          
           
             In
             Lethe's
             ditoh
             ,
             that
             I
             have
             ,
             lost
             my
             breath
             :
          
           
             For
             nothing
             finde
             I
             but
             the
             rolling
             stone
             ,
          
           
             That
             had
             no
             mosse
             ,
             nor
             none
             will
             grow
             upon
             .
          
        
         
           5
           
             This
             ditch
             or
             floud
             of
          
           Lethe
           ,
           
             is
             the
             ditch
             or
             floud
             of
             all
             forgetfulnesse
             :
             which
             made
             mee
             forget
             my
             sorrows
             so
             quickly
             .
             The
             stone
             of
          
           Sisiphus
           
             is
             always
             turning
             ,
             yet
             never
             gets
             any
             thing
             unlesse
             it
             be
             filth
             ,
             but
             is
             still
             barer
             and
             barer
             ,
             and
             so
             am
             I.
             
          
        
         
           
           
             6
          
           
             A
             Scholler
             once
             I
             did
             desire
             to
             be
          
           
             In
             learning
             lore
             I
             took
             a
             great
             delight
             ,
          
           
             But
             ere
             the
             vertue
             ,
             therin
             I
             could
             see
          
           
             The
             States
             to
             me
             bore
             such
             a
             deadly
             spight
             ,
          
           
             Before
             my
             portion
             I
             could
             half
             possesse
             ,
          
           
             They
             took
             it
             from
             me
             ,
             left
             me
             motherlesse
             .
          
        
         
           6
           My
           mother
           died
           ere
           I
           came
           to
           any
           perfection
           in
           learning
           ,
           which
           was
           my
           undoing
           .
        
         
           
             7
          
           
             Then
             being
             yong
             and
             fresh
             in
             youthfull
             years
             ,
          
           
             My
             minde
             so
             green
             with
             every
             wave
             was
             tost
          
           
             Which
             to
             repent
             I
             do
             with
             many
             tears
             ,
          
           
             To
             see
             how
             fondly
             I
             my
             time
             then
             lost
             ,
          
           
             And
             eke
             how
             vainly
             I
             my
             time
             did
             spend
             ,
          
           
             And
             never
             thought
             ,
             how
             want
             would
             come
             i
             th'
             end
             .
          
        
         
           7
           I
           thought
           of
           no
           want
           ,
           when
           I
           went
           first
           to
           the
           wars
           ,
           which
           now
           makes
           mee
           come
           home
           by
           weeping
           crosse
           ,
           more
           is
           my
           sorrow
           .
        
         
           
             8
          
           
             For
             nothing
             then
             would
             rellish
             with
             my
             taste
             ,
          
           
             But
             what
             was
             got
             in
             great
             Bellona's
             wars
          
           
             Instead
             of
             Pen
             ,
             with
             Pike
             my
             time
             I
             waste
             ,
          
           
             Stil
             searching
             out
             where
             Mars
             did
             keep
             his
             jars
          
           
             Til
             means
             &
             friends
             &
             hopes
             &
             all
             were
             gone
          
           
             Then
             old
             and
             maymed
             I
             returned
             home
             .
          
        
         
         
           8
           He
           that
           puts
           the
           hazard
           of
           his
           fortunes
           being
           yong
           ,
           to
           the
           hope
           of
           friends
           comfort
           being
           old
           ,
           is
           more
           like
           to
           die
           a
           begger
           in
           contempt
           ,
           then
           at
           his
           death
           to
           give
           a
           dole
           to
           the
           poor
           to
           gain
           him
           commendation
           .
        
         
           
             9
          
           
             Where
             that
             I
             hoped
             ,
             I
             should
             justly
             finde
          
           
             True
             recompence
             for
             losse
             of
             means
             ,
             and
             bloud
             ,
          
           
             Since
             for
             my
             Nation
             I
             have
             been
             so
             kinde
             ,
          
           
             To
             venter
             life
             and
             limbe
             for
             Countries
             good
             ,
          
           
             But
             I
             instead
             of
             love
             and
             courtesie
          
           
             Received
             losse
             ,
             pain
             ,
             grief
             and
             misery
             .
          
        
         
           9
           Here
           I
           end
           my
           Exordium
           .
        
         
           
             10
          
           
             But
             to
             begin
             my
             catalogue
             of
             wo
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             the
             sorrows
             I
             have
             undergone
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             my
             service
             done
             against
             my
             fo
             ,
          
           
             Of
             all
             the
             passage
             ,
             you
             shall
             heare
             anon
             ,
          
           
             Tho
             simply
             done
             ,
             pardon
             my
             want
             of
             skill
             ,
          
           
             It
             is
             the
             truth
             accept
             it
             for
             good
             will.
             
          
        
         
           10
           And
           begin
           my
           catalogue
           .
        
         
           
             11
          
           
             It
             is
             no
             Poem
             nor
             no
             Pamphlet
             rude
             ,
          
           
             The
             one
             I
             cannot
             learning
             I
             do
             want
             ,
          
           
             And
             into
             Pamphlets
             I
             durst
             nere
             intrude
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             thrust
             my self
             ,
             because
             my
             brain
             's
             to
             scant
             ,
          
           
             To
             flourish
             up
             as
             Poets
             can
             do
             well
             ,
          
           
             Such
             dainty
             phrases
             I
             could
             never
             tell
             .
          
        
         
         
         
         
         
         
           11
           I
           am
           no
           Poet
           ,
           nor
           am
           I
           a
           Pamphlet-maker
           ,
           I
           want
           learning
           for
           the
           one
           ,
           and
           cunning
           practice
           &
           curious
           phrases
           for
           the
           other
           .
        
         
           
             12
          
           
             Yet
             Rurall
             like
             the
             truth
             I
             will
             set
             forth
             ,
          
           
             Poor
             as
             it
             is
             ,
             made
             by
             as
             poor
             a
             man
             ,
          
           
             And
             may
             be
             holden
             of
             as
             little
             worth
             ,
          
           
             Because
             a
             Souldier
             seemeth
             time
             to
             scan
             :
          
           
             Into
             a
             verse
             to
             shew
             the
             spight
             of
             fate
             ,
          
           
             Which
             he
             hath
             bought
             at
             too
             too
             dear
             a
             rate
             .
          
        
         
           12
           Though
           it
           be
           not
           a
           work
           of
           Pean
           ,
           I
           am
           sure
           it
           is
           not
           of
           Pan
           ,
           for
           hee
           was
           a
           rich
           shepherd
           ,
           and
           I
           am
           a
           poor
           souldier
           ,
           and
           this
           is
           mine
           own
           work
           truly
           ,
           though
           never
           so
           homely
           .
        
         
           
             13
          
           
             For
             first
             of
             all
             a
             friend
             that
             was
             me
             near
             ,
          
           
             Intreated
             me
             whom
             I
             could
             not
             deny
             ,
          
           
             In
             Ireland
             in
             Arms
             for
             to
             appear
          
           
             In
             compleat
             course
             my
             loyalty
             to
             try
             :
          
           
             In
             the
             behalf
             of
             that
             same
             noble
             Queen
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             like
             (
             I
             think
             )
             on
             earth
             was
             never
             seen
             .
          
        
         
           13
           The
           first
           service
           that
           ever
           I
           was
           in
           ,
           was
           in
           Ireland
           ,
           at
           a
           place
           called
           the
           Curlewes
           ,
           being
           then
           the
           great
           O-neile
           his
           Country
           ,
           where
           was
           one
           of
           the
           worst
           days
           that
           the
           English
           had
           in
           Ireland
           :
           for
           there
           was
           lost
           Sir
           
             Coniers
             Clifford
          
           then
           Colonell
           ,
           a
           noble
           Commander
           ,
           Sir
           
             Alexander
             Radcliffe
          
           
           Lieutenant
           Colonell
           ,
           and
           brave
           Sir
           
             Iames
             Harrington
          
           ,
           all
           of
           high
           birth
           and
           very
           noble
           ,
           with
           a
           world
           of
           English
           more
           ,
           to
           the
           great
           grief
           of
           the
           Queen
           :
           There
           I
           staid
           still
           ,
           and
           served
           in
           divers
           parts
           after
           ,
           as
           at
           Dungannon
           where
           was
           good
           service
           ,
           at
           the
           Isle
           of
           Muck
           ,
           wherein
           going
           on
           was
           drowned
           Sir
           
             Samuel
             Bagnall
          
           his
           Ancient
           ,
           which
           made
           many
           prognosticate
           worse
           successe
           then
           fell
           out
           ,
           also
           at
           Kinsale
           ,
           where
           was
           a
           lamentable
           sore
           Leager
           ,
           and
           a
           long
           ,
           but
           a
           happy
           for
           us
           in
           the
           end
           .
        
         
           
             14
          
           
             For
             when
             my
             hopes
             in
             learning
             it
             was
             lost
             ,
          
           
             I
             then
             took
             arms
             as
             holding
             it
             the
             best
             ,
          
           
             Since
             Fortune
             had
             my
             towardnesse
             so
             crost
             ,
          
           
             I
             thought
             I
             could
             not
             be
             no
             better
             blest
          
           
             Then
             for
             my
             Queen
             &
             honor'd
             country
             fight
             ,
          
           
             For
             to
             maintain
             their
             true
             and
             lawfull
             right
             .
          
        
         
           
             15
          
           
             Though
             I
             but
             one
             ,
             yet
             one
             must
             needs
             begin
          
           
             A
             number
             that
             is
             number
             numberlesse
             ,
          
           
             Then
             a
             souldier
             needly
             must
             come
             in
             ,
          
           
             To
             make
             the
             number
             be
             it
             more
             or
             lesse
          
           
             (
             For
             why
             )
             I
             play'd
             a
             souldiers
             faithfull
             part
             ,
          
           
             I
             did
             my
             best
             both
             with
             my
             hand
             and
             heart
             .
          
        
         
           
             16
          
           
             But
             after
             that
             a
             hard
             time
             I
             had
             been
             ,
          
           
             A
             souldier
             there
             my
             Queen
             being
             dead
             &
             gone
          
           
           
             I
             got
             reward
             a
             shot
             may
             yet
             be
             seen
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             was
             all
             and
             then
             away
             did
             come
          
           
             Home
             into
             England
             to
             my
             Friends
             again
             ,
          
           
             Who
             did
             disdain
             my
             service
             ,
             love
             and
             pain
             .
          
        
         
           16
           
             At
             the
             Queenes
             death
             I
             came
             into
          
           England
           
             with
             a
             sore
             shot
             ,
             not
             whole
             ,
             yet
             as
             welcome
             to
             my
             friends
             ,
             as
             the
             poore
             Mariner
             makes
             water
             into
             his
             ship
             ,
             especially
             my
             stepmother
             .
          
        
         
           
             17
          
           
             And
             bad
             me
             go
             once
             more
             another
             Voyage
             ,
          
           
             And
             see
             if
             that
             I
             could
             finde
             any
             worse
             ,
          
           
             For
             my
             own
             Father
             dear
             swore
             in
             his
             rage
          
           
             The
             day
             that
             I
             was
             born
             ,
             that
             he
             would
             curse
          
           
             And
             rather
             wish
             me
             in
             untimely
             grave
             ,
          
           
             Then
             I
             one
             houre
             ,
             a
             future
             life
             should
             have
             .
          
        
         
           
             18
          
           
             When
             I
             poor
             soul
             ,
             had
             done
             nothing
             at
             all
          
           
             But
             what
             was
             just
             and
             honorable
             both
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             defending
             the
             State
             generall
             ,
          
           
             The
             best
             I
             could
             my
             minde
             being
             very
             loth
          
           
             To
             do
             that
             thing
             ,
             might
             not
             me
             well
             beseem
             ,
          
           
             In
             the
             defence
             of
             Country
             and
             my
             Queen
             .
          
        
         
           
             19
          
           
             Which
             when
             I
             saw
             my
             Friends
             obdurity
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             my
             entertainment
             it
             was
             such
          
           
           
             And
             saw
             nothing
             but
             present
             misery
          
           
             And
             that
             for
             love
             ,
             my
             Friends
             hate
             me
             so
             much
          
           
             A
             wish'd
             that
             ere
             ,
             I
             might
             here
             live
             in
             scorn
             ,
          
           
             That
             I
             might
             die
             ,
             where
             I
             was
             never
             born
             .
          
        
         
           
             20
          
           
             Then
             did
             I
             crave
             a
             Souldier
             prest
             to
             be
             ,
          
           
             Which
             was
             well
             liked
             by
             the
             better
             sort
          
           
             And
             did
             commend
             my
             love
             and
             duty
             free
          
           
             And
             to
             this
             day
             I
             have
             their
             good
             report
          
           
             That
             I
             would
             go
             unto
             the
             wars
             again
             ,
          
           
             To
             venture
             life
             ,
             ere
             live
             with
             Friends
             disdain
             .
          
        
         
           20
           
             After
             this
             new
             supplyes
             went
             for
          
           Ireland
           ,
           
             I
             was
             prest
             to
             go
             again
             ,
             not
             much
             unwillingly
             ,
             seeing
             the
             refractory
             &
             harsh
             dealing
             of
             my
             dearest
             friēds
             ,
             for
             as
             the
             old
             saying
             is
             ,
             In
             prosperity
             a
             friend
             is
             easily
             found
             ,
             but
             in
             adversity
             not
             one
             of
             a
             thousand
             ,
             so
             hath
             it
             been
             with
             mee
             ,
             for
             ever
             when
             I
             came
             into
          
           England
           
             with
             a
             full
             purse
             ,
             the
             dearest
             and
             neerest
             Friends
             I
             had
             ,
             would
             helpe
             me
             to
             spend
             it
             and
             make
             it
             empty
             ,
             but
             when
             I
             came
             home
             poor
             ,
             I
             was
             not
             for
             their
             company
             .
          
        
         
           
             21
          
           
             Which
             I
             did
             do
             ,
             and
             then
             did
             much
             endure
          
           
             A
             second
             time
             in
             Ireland
             again
          
           
           
             And
             further
             means
             I
             never
             could
             procure
             ,
          
           
             Saue
             that
             I
             got
             my
             labour
             for
             my
             pain
             .
          
           
             For
             when
             Sir
             
               Cary
               Dougherthy
            
             was
             dead
             ,
          
           
             I
             came
             to
             England
             forc'd
             to
             beg
             my
             bread
             .
          
        
         
           21
           
             I
             served
             in
          
           Ireland
           
             untill
             the
             last
             Rebellion
             in
          
           Loughfoyle
           ,
           
             beginning
             at
             the
          
           Diry
           
             by
             Sir
          
           Cary
           Dougherthy
           ,
           
             in
             which
             time
             I
             served
             under
             the
             command
             of
             Sir
          
           Oliver
           Saint
           Iohn
           ,
           
             after
             Lord
             Deputy
             ,
             also
             Sir
          
           Edward
           York
           ,
           Sir
           Richard
           Hansard
           ,
           Captain
           George
           Malary
           ,
           
             &
             Sir
          
           George
           Flower
           .
        
         
           
             22
          
           
             Where
             that
             I
             found
             such
             simple
             courtesie
             ,
          
           
             As
             caused
             me
             again
             to
             leave
             the
             land
             ,
          
           
             And
             then
             I
             travaild
             into
             Italy
             ,
          
           
             When
             noble
             Payton
             did
             our
             Force
             command
             ,
          
           
             Vnder
             the
             Signior
             and
             Venetian
             State
             ,
          
           
             Where
             I
             bought
             wit
             at
             such
             an
             extream
             rate
             .
          
        
         
           22
           
             After
             my
             second
             time
             comming
             from
          
           Ireland
           ,
           
             I
             found
             such
             poor
             respect
             of
             my
             friends
             that
             I
             travelled
             into
          
           Italy
           ,
           
             and
             served
             under
             the
          
           English
           
             Regiment
             at
          
           Venice
           ,
           Sir
           Henry
           Payton
           
             being
             Generall
             ,
             my
             Captain
             was
          
           Billingsley
           .
        
         
           
             23
          
           
             As
             that
             I
             did
             ,
             beside
             ,
             my
             losse
             of
             bloud
             ,
          
           
             Indure
             the
             hard
             and
             cruell
             slavery
          
           
           
             Even
             of
             the
             Turks
             where
             I
             found
             nothing
             good
             ,
          
           
             But
             all
             I
             got
             ,
             was
             stripes
             and
             misery
             :
          
           
             But
             God
             in
             mercy
             ,
             after
             a
             time
             was
             pleas'd
             ▪
          
           
             I
             from
             the
             Turkish
             slavery
             was
             eas'd
             .
          
        
         
           23
           
             But
             going
             an
             unfortunate
             Voyage
             to
             Sea
             for
             desire
             of
             gain
             ,
             I
             got
             instead
             a
             world
             of
             pain
             being
             taken
             prisoner
             by
             the
          
           Turks
           ,
           
             where
             I
             remayned
             a
             slave
             a
             long
             time
             ,
             but
             by
             Gods
             providence
             (
             beyond
             expectation
             of
             any
             humane
             reason
             ,
             I
             was
             by
             the
             help
             of
             the
          
           Christians
           ,
           
             released
             ,
             to
             wit
             ,
             a
             man
             of
          
           Florence
           ,
           
             who
             brought
             mee
             to
          
           Ligorne
           ,
           
             a
             dainty
             Haven
             Town
             seated
             to
             the
             Sea
             upon
             the
             foot
             of
             the
             River
          
           Arno
           ;
           
             which
             runs
             up
             from
             thence
             to
             the
             rare
             and
             goodly
             City
          
           Florence
           ,
           
             but
             rather
             I
             may
             say
             the
             River
          
           Arno
           
             runs
             from
          
           Florence
           to
           Ligorne
           ,
           
             being
             about
             fifty
             miles
          
           .
        
         
           
             24
          
           
             And
             did
             return
             to
             Florence
             Citie
             fair
             ,
          
           
             Where
             now
             again
             I
             came
             to
             Italie
             ,
          
           
             And
             was
             ore-joy'd
             to
             see
             that
             City
             rare
             ,
          
           
             In
             my
             conceit
             the
             prime
             of
             Lombardie
             .
          
           
             Tho
             many
             praise
             some
             other
             Cities
             more
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             do
             I
             think
             they
             are
             mistaken
             sore
             .
          
        
         
           24
           
             The
             saying
             is
             that
          
           Italie
           
             is
             the
             ganden
             of
             the
             World
             ,
             and
             that
          
           Lombardy
           
             is
             the
             garden
             of
          
           Italie
           ,
           and
           Florence
           ,
           
             the
             garden
             of
          
           Lombardy
           ,
           
             which
             indeed
             it
             is
             ,
             for
             it
             is
             curious
             for
             building
             ,
             delicatly
             
             seated
             ,
             and
             very
             bravely
             peopled
             and
             full
             of
             plenty
             ,
             it
             hath
             in
             it
             a
             very
             stately
          
           Grand
           Dome
           ,
           
             or
             Church
             all
             of
             pure
             checker
             work
             white
             and
             black
             Marble
             corner
             wise
             set
             ,
             there
             is
             a
             great
             and
             massie
             ball
             of
             beaten
             gold
             on
             the
             top
             of
             the
             high
             Steeple
             .
          
        
         
           
             25
          
           
             Tho
             Venice
             it
             be
             rich
             ,
             and
             Genoa
             proud
             ,
          
           
             Padua
             be
             learn'd
             ,
             and
             Belogna
             brave
             ,
          
           
             And
             mighty
             Rome
             for
             spaciousnesse
             abow'd
             ,
          
           
             
               Dainby
               ,
               Verona
            
             ,
             yet
             none
             of
             these
             you
             have
             :
          
           
             So
             Dainby
             fair
             ,
             a
             curious
             seat
             to
             see
             ,
          
           
             As
             Florence
             is
             within
             all
             Italie
             .
          
        
         
           25
           
             After
             I
             left
          
           Florence
           ,
           
             I
             was
             at
             divers
             curious
             Cities
             of
             marvellous
             beauty
             ,
             of
             which
             I
             have
             named
             some
             ,
             especially
          
           Genoa
           ,
           
             where
             the
             Marquesse
          
           Spinola
           
             had
             a
             curious
             house
          
           .
           Genoa
           
             exceeds
             for
             high
             building
             any
             place
             that
             ever
             I
             saw
             .
          
           Padua
           
             is
             a
             dainty
             Academy
             ,
             especially
             for
             Physick
             ,
             and
             so
             is
          
           Mantua
           ,
           Verona
           
             a
             very
             fine
             City
             ,
             as
             also
          
           Bellogna
           ,
           Brussia
           ,
           Bargamore
           ,
           
             and
             many
             others
          
           ,
           Rome
           
             me
             thought
             was
             but
             a
             ragged
             great
             thing
             ,
             and
             not
             very
             beautifull
             ,
             the
             chiefest
             things
             of
             note
             is
             the
             Bridge
             of
          
           Tyber
           ,
           
             and
             Saint
          
           Angeloes
           ,
           the
           Pyramides
           ,
           the
           Popes
           
             Pallace
             and
             his
             gilded
             gate
             ,
             with
             the
             great
             and
             Metropolitan
             Church
             of
             Saint
          
           Peter
           :
           
             as
             also
             I
             must
             remember
             their
          
           Panthaon
           ,
           
             which
             was
             the
             Temple
             of
             the
             old
          
           Roman
           
             gods
             ,
             which
             is
             a
             
             mighty
             thing
             built
             round
             either
             for
             fear
             their
             gods
             should
             fall
             by
             the
             eares
             for
             prerogative
             Royall
             ,
             as
             indeed
             it
             was
             ,
             or
             else
             for
             feare
             they
             should
             run
             out
             at
             the
             West
             end
             of
             the
             Church
             like
             stout
             gods
             ,
             and
             turn
             cowards
             .
          
        
         
           
             26
          
           
             But
             leaving
             Italie
             ,
             thus
             after
             I
          
           
             Had
             bin
             from
             England
             almost
             twice
             five
             years
             ,
          
           
             I
             past
             the
             Alps
             ,
             those
             mighty
             Mountains
             high
          
           
             Where
             I
             did
             weep
             more
             drops
             of
             brinish
             tears
             ,
          
           
             Then
             I
             got
             water
             for
             to
             drink
             that
             time
             ,
          
           
             Saving
             cold
             snow
             to
             slake
             the
             thirst
             was
             mine
             .
          
        
         
           26
           
             I
             came
             out
             of
          
           Italie
           
             over
             the
          
           Alps
           
             in
             winter
             ,
             where
             I
             was
             not
             perished
             so
             much
             with
             cold
             ,
             but
             hungry
             ,
             also
             being
             sixteene
             days
             without
             a
             bit
             of
             bread
             ,
             comming
          
           Hanibals
           
             way
             when
             their
             was
             no
             Convoy
             ,
             upon
             which
             I
             made
             the
             following
             Fiction
             .
          
        
         
           
             27
          
           
             Yet
             for
             my
             thirst
             it
             was
             not
             so
             extream
             ,
          
           
             But
             that
             I
             could
             have
             undergone
             the
             same
             ,
          
           
             But
             for
             vilde
             hunger
             ,
             I
             could
             finde
             no
             mean
             ,
          
           
             It
             was
             so
             grievous
             and
             so
             much
             to
             blame
             ,
          
           
             That
             I
             was
             glad
             to
             satisfie
             his
             force
          
           
             By
             eating
             bark
             from
             tree
             ,
             &
             that
             was
             worse
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             28
          
           
             For
             I
             was
             glad
             passing
             that
             desert
             way
             ,
          
           
             Which
             Hanibal
             (
             they
             say
             )
             for
             's
             Army
             made
          
           
             Weary
             by
             night
             ,
             and
             travelling
             by
             day
             ,
          
           
             Where
             many
             a
             filthy
             root
             my
             taste
             assay'd
             ,
          
           
             Before
             I
             came
             unto
             the
             Silvian
             Wood
             ,
          
           
             Where
             cōfort
             none
             I
             foūd
             ,
             nor
             nothing
             good
             .
          
        
         
           
             29
          
           
             Betwixt
             these
             mountaines
             &
             these
             desert
             woods
             ,
          
           
             Me
             thought
             I
             heard
             a
             hollow
             sounding
             voice
             ,
          
           
             Come
             from
             the
             crags
             wheras
             poore
             silly
             shrubs
          
           
             Do
             grow
             secure
             ,
             there
             did
             I
             heare
             this
             noise
             :
          
           
             Even
             as
             an
             echo
             sounding
             forth
             to
             me
             ,
          
           
             His
             name
             ,
             his
             nature
             ,
             and
             his
             quality
             .
          
        
         
           
             30
          
           
             Which
             when
             I
             heard
             ,
             my
             sences
             was
             amaz'd
          
           
             'Twixt
             hope
             &
             fear
             ,
             (
             I
             stood
             )
             as
             one
             half
             dead
          
           
             To
             hear
             a
             voice
             out
             from
             those
             rocks
             so
             rais'd
             ,
          
           
             To
             cry
             to
             me
             ,
             and
             aske
             me
             for
             some
             bread
             :
          
           
             When
             I
             poor
             man
             ,
             had
             nothing
             for
             to
             eat
             ,
          
           
             Tears
             for
             my
             drink
             ,
             and
             sorrow
             for
             my
             meat
             .
          
        
         
           
             31
          
           
             Alas
             (
             quoth
             I
             )
             my
             sorrow
             is
             too
             much
             ,
          
           
             And
             thou
             art
             hunger
             ,
             I
             do
             know
             thee
             well
             ,
          
           
           
             I
             do
             not
             love
             companions
             to
             have
             such
             ,
          
           
             Nay
             ,
             stay
             (
             quoth
             he
             )
             a
             tale
             I
             must
             thee
             tell
             :
          
           
             How
             once
             in
             plenty
             thou
             didst
             make
             no
             spare
          
           
             Now
             hast
             thou
             hunger
             ,
             nought
             else
             for
             thy
             share
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               
                 
                   A
                   Speech
                   made
                   by
                   the
                   great
                   King
                   Hunger
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     32
                  
                   
                     AM
                     not
                     I
                     Hunger
                     and
                     of
                     force
                     will
                     be
                     ,
                  
                   
                     The
                     great
                     Commander
                     of
                     each
                     Monarchy
                     ,
                  
                   
                     When
                     Pride
                     doth
                     come
                     ,
                     with
                     riches
                     in
                     his
                     hand
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Thinking
                     my
                     power
                     he
                     can
                     perforce
                     withstand
                  
                   
                     What
                     is
                     my
                     plot
                     ,
                     to
                     bring
                     him
                     down
                     to
                     bow
                  
                   
                     And
                     beck
                     to
                     me
                     ,
                     (
                     ô
                     )
                     I
                     shall
                     tell
                     thee
                     how
                     .
                  
                   
                     Envy
                     I
                     send
                     ,
                     and
                     sweet
                     Ambition
                     both
                  
                   
                     To
                     pride
                     and
                     riches
                     which
                     are
                     very
                     loth
                  
                   
                     To
                     part
                     with
                     either
                     ,
                     untill
                     they
                     have
                     brought
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Both
                     pride
                     &
                     riches
                     and
                     themselves
                     to
                     nought
                  
                   
                     By
                     mortall
                     warre
                     ,
                     or
                     by
                     such
                     vain
                     desires
                  
                   
                     As
                     Envy
                     ,
                     Pride
                     ,
                     Ambition
                     still
                     requires
                  
                   
                     Then
                     do
                     I
                     laugh
                     to
                     see
                     their
                     bravery
                  
                   
                     Brought
                     down
                     so
                     low
                     ,
                     as
                     subject
                     be
                     to
                     me
                  
                   
                     And
                     being
                     subject
                     brought
                     unto
                     my
                     thrall
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Their
                     life
                     is
                     hatefull
                     ,
                     death
                     is
                     best
                     of
                     all
                     .
                  
                   
                   
                     For
                     tho
                     a
                     mean
                     ,
                     in
                     all
                     extreams
                     there
                     be
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Yet
                     their
                     no
                     mean
                     ,
                     nor
                     mercy
                     found
                     in
                     me
                  
                   
                     For
                     I
                     am
                     hunger
                     ,
                     and
                     so
                     extream
                     strong
                     ,
                  
                   
                     I
                     le
                     make
                     the
                     wife
                     to
                     do
                     her
                     husband
                     wrong
                     .
                  
                   
                     Nay
                     ,
                     I
                     am
                     hunger
                     ,
                     and
                     do
                     prick
                     so
                     deep
                     ,
                  
                   
                     I
                     le
                     make
                     the
                     strongest
                     heart
                     on
                     earth
                     to
                     weep
                     :
                  
                   
                     I
                     le
                     make
                     the
                     nak'd
                     man
                     run
                     as
                     he
                     were
                     mad
                     ,
                  
                   
                     To
                     beg
                     a
                     crust
                     ,
                     and
                     of
                     the
                     same
                     be
                     glad
                  
                   
                     To
                     feed
                     me
                     hunger
                     poor
                     King
                     that
                     I
                     am
                     ,
                  
                   
                     And
                     think
                     himself
                     more
                     then
                     a
                     happy
                     man.
                  
                   
                     Nay
                     ,
                     I
                     command
                     a
                     strong
                     beleagred
                     Citiy
                     ,
                  
                   
                     And
                     of
                     their
                     sorrows
                     I
                     do
                     take
                     no
                     pity
                  
                   
                     When
                     fire
                     and
                     sword
                     and
                     all
                     the
                     wrath
                     of
                     man
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Cannot
                     them
                     conquer
                     ,
                     if
                     I
                     come
                     I
                     can
                  
                   
                     Nay
                     ,
                     I
                     can
                     make
                     them
                     with
                     old
                     Me●iana
                     weep
                     ,
                  
                   
                     And
                     force
                     them
                     search
                     even
                     in
                     the
                     donghill
                  
                   
                     To
                     finde
                     a
                     Maggot
                     if
                     she
                     be
                     not
                     their
                     ,
                  
                   
                     To
                     eat
                     their
                     children
                     and
                     to
                     make
                     good
                     cheer
                     ,
                     deep
                     ,
                  
                   
                     And
                     tyranny
                     even
                     such
                     as
                     this
                     I
                     do
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Yet
                     thou
                     vilde
                     pride
                     that
                     puts
                     me
                     therunto
                     ,
                  
                   
                     For
                     if
                     thou
                     pride
                     ,
                     with
                     riches
                     would
                     assent
                  
                   
                     To
                     give
                     the
                     poor
                     ,
                     poor
                     natures
                     poor
                     content
                     ,
                  
                   
                     And
                     keep
                     thy self
                     from
                     foule
                     ambitious
                     hate
                     ,
                  
                   
                     And
                     be
                     content
                     and
                     gripe
                     no
                     more
                     estate
                     ,
                  
                   
                     But
                     help
                     the
                     poor
                     ,
                     and
                     hurt
                     him
                     not
                     at
                     all
                  
                   
                     And
                     come
                     not
                     in
                     ,
                     base
                     envies
                     filthy
                     thrall
                  
                   
                     Which
                     ruines
                     kingdoms
                     much
                     more
                     may
                     do
                     thee
                  
                   
                     Although
                     thou
                     live
                     in
                     great
                     security
                     ,
                  
                   
                   
                     And
                     when
                     I
                     hunger
                     ,
                     knocks
                     ,
                     and
                     lets
                     thee
                     see
                  
                   
                     How
                     that
                     the
                     poor
                     is
                     hunger-starv'd
                     by
                     me
                     ,
                  
                   
                     If
                     thou
                     wouldst
                     helpe
                     them
                     with
                     thy
                     poorest
                     crums
                  
                   
                     That
                     from
                     the
                     dainties
                     of
                     thy
                     table
                     comes
                     .
                  
                   
                     What
                     need
                     I
                     plead
                     upon
                     this
                     wofull
                     stage
                     ,
                  
                   
                     But
                     that
                     it
                     is
                     a
                     more
                     then
                     Iron-age
                     ,
                  
                   
                     For
                     pity
                     mercy
                     ,
                     and
                     all
                     love
                     is
                     fled
                     ,
                  
                   
                     But
                     pride
                     and
                     envie
                     never
                     will
                     be
                     dead
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Vntill
                     I
                     ceaze
                     upon
                     their
                     bodies
                     brave
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Then
                     do
                     I
                     bring
                     envie
                     and
                     pride
                     to
                     grave
                     .
                  
                   
                     Am
                     not
                     I
                     King
                     the
                     strongest
                     then
                     on
                     earth
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Save
                     onely
                     he
                     which
                     gives
                     all
                     vitall
                     breath
                     ?
                  
                   
                     Which
                     being
                     said
                     this
                     (
                     Hunge
                     )
                     voice
                     was
                     gone
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Yet
                     I
                     was
                     left
                     with
                     hunger
                     all
                     alone
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   The
                   end
                   of
                   this
                   Fiction
                   .
                
                 
                 
                 
                 
              
            
          
        
         
         
           
             33
          
           
             Now
             after
             nineteen
             days
             were
             quite
             ore
             past
             ,
          
           
             Those
             desart
             Hils
             and
             Woods
             I
             left
             them
             all
             ,
          
           
             And
             unto
             Basil
             I
             did
             come
             at
             last
             ,
          
           
             And
             then
             with
             ,
             th'
             Rhine
             toward
             Germany
             did
             fall
             :
          
           
             And
             shortly
             came
             to
             Strasburgh
             City
             brave
             ,
          
           
             Where
             loving
             entertainment
             that
             I
             have
             .
          
        
         
           33
           
             The
             first
             Towne
             of
             note
             I
             came
             to
             on
             this
             side
             the
          
           Alps
           was
           Basil
           ,
           
             being
             seated
             very
             high
             on
             the
          
           Rhine
           .
        
         
           
             34
          
           
             For
             there
             I
             found
             an
             English
             Gentleman
             ,
          
           
             One
             Middleton
             a
             Corporall
             there
             was
             he
             ,
          
           
             Who
             doth
             not
             spare
             ,
             to
             do
             the
             best
             he
             can
          
           
             In
             any
             kind
             ,
             then
             for
             to
             comfort
             me
             .
          
           
             For
             to
             a
             Gest-house
             he
             me
             present
             sent
             ,
          
           
             Where
             that
             I
             found
             good
             Christian
             like
             content
             .
          
        
         
           34
           
             Here
             at
          
           Strasburgh
           ,
           
             I
             had
             kinde
             entertainment
             ,
             by
             the
             means
             of
             Master
          
           Middleton
           :
           
             I
             lay
             there
             in
             the
             Gest-house
             being
             a
             very
             dainty
             stove
             to
             be
             in
             :
             reasonable
             good
             meat
             and
             wine
             ,
             with
             curious
             good
             lodging
             ,
             where
             I
             lay
             five
             days
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             35
          
           
             Here
             did
             I
             stay
             five
             days
             my self
             to
             ease
          
           
             And
             went
             to
             view
             the
             Churches
             fabrique
             fair
             ,
          
           
             And
             there
             I
             saw
             ,
             the
             eye
             of
             man
             to
             please
             ,
          
           
             The
             Sun
             and
             Moone
             ,
             and
             Heavens
             by
             motion
             rare
             ,
          
           
             How
             each
             from
             other
             doth
             passe
             and
             impart
          
           
             Strange
             for
             to
             see
             ,
             all
             wrought
             by
             curious
             art
             .
          
        
         
           35
           
             Here
             in
             this
             Church
             is
             this
             worke
             of
             wonder
             ,
             for
             by
             motion
             you
             may
             see
             how
             the
             whole
             Orbe
             moveth
             ,
             also
             how
             the
             Sunne
             and
             Moone
             passeth
             the
             Heavens
             ,
             as
             also
             the
             four
             age
             of
             man
             ,
             as
             infancie
             ,
             youth
             ,
             strength
             ,
             and
             old
             ages
             ,
             as
             also
             the
             foure
             quarters
             of
             the
             yeere
             ,
             as
             Spring
             ,
             Summer
             ,
             Harvest
             ,
             and
             Winter
             ,
             passing
             by
             motion
             with
             the
             foure
             quarters
             of
             the
             houre
             ,
             and
             then
             when
             the
             Clocke
             strikes
             ,
             the
             brasen
             Cocke
             crowes
             and
             claps
             his
             wings
             .
          
        
         
           
             36
          
           
             Besides
             the
             crowing
             of
             a
             brasen
             Cock
             ,
          
           
             With
             dainty
             voice
             both
             audible
             and
             shrill
             ,
          
           
             Once
             in
             an
             houre
             by
             motion
             as
             a
             Clock
             ,
          
           
             And
             other
             wonders
             of
             exceeding
             skill
             ,
          
           
             Beside
             the
             Steeple
             ,
             being
             cald
             they
             say
             ,
          
           
             A
             wonder
             of
             the
             World
             as
             well
             it
             may
             .
          
        
         
           36
           
             For
             this
             Steeple
             it
             is
             builded
             eight
             square
             ,
             
             exceeding
             high
             ,
             all
             arches
             one
             upon
             another
             ,
             so
             that
             which
             way
             soever
             you
             passe
             you
             may
             see
             quite
             through
             it
             ,
             and
             for
             the
             curious
             workmanship
             to
             be
             in
             such
             a
             stone
             ,
             I
             thinke
             the
             like
             is
             not
             to
             be
             seene
             .
          
        
         
           
             37
          
           
             For
             though
             the
             Church
             of
             Florence
             builded
             be
          
           
             Of
             checker-work
             ,
             and
             Diamond
             wise
             to
             view
             ,
          
           
             Also
             the
             steeple
             curious
             work
             to
             see
             ,
          
           
             Grac'd
             with
             a
             ball
             of
             beaten
             gold
             so
             true
             :
          
           
             Yet
             it
             's
             not
             like
             to
             Strasburgh
             steeple
             faire
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             for
             the
             building
             ,
             it
             's
             not
             half
             so
             rare
             .
          
        
         
           
             38
          
           
             For
             that
             it
             is
             of
             such
             exceeding
             height
             ,
          
           
             Arch
             bound
             most
             dainty
             to
             spectators
             view
             ,
          
           
             Arch
             upon
             Arch
             by
             perfect
             art
             and
             sleight
             ,
          
           
             He
             that
             nere
             saw
             it
             ,
             scant
             will
             think
             it
             true
             ,
          
           
             That
             such
             a
             worke
             within
             the
             World
             were
             wrought
             ,
          
           
             By
             mortall
             man
             ,
             since
             man
             was
             made
             of
             nought
             .
          
        
         
           
             39
          
           
             Here
             did
             I
             see
             brought
             in
             by
             Burgers
             two
          
           
             A
             man
             (
             they
             said
             )
             was
             call'd
             the
             wandring
             Iew
          
           
             But
             I
             with
             him
             ,
             had
             nought
             at
             all
             to
             do
             ,
          
           
             So
             that
             for
             me
             ,
             he
             may
             be
             false
             or
             true
             ,
          
           
             For
             what
             he
             was
             as
             then
             I
             did
             not
             care
             ,
          
           
             My
             mind
             was
             more
             ,
             my
             supper
             not
             to
             spare
             .
          
        
         
         
           39
           
             Here
             I
             saw
             this
             old
             Pilgrime
             ,
             who
             Master
          
           Middleton
           
             told
             mee
             was
             noted
             to
             be
             the
             wandring
             Iew
             :
             but
             for
             my
             part
             I
             did
             take
             no
             great
             regard
             of
             him
             more
             then
             I
             have
             writ
             .
          
        
         
           
             40
          
           
             A
             black
             tall
             man
             of
             stature
             that
             he
             was
             ,
          
           
             With
             visage
             stern
             ,
             his
             colour
             pale
             and
             wan
             ,
          
           
             And
             Pilgrime
             he
             both
             up
             and
             down
             did
             passe
             ,
          
           
             Within
             the
             town
             where
             I
             did
             see
             him
             than
             ,
          
           
             Grones
             ,
             sighes
             &
             sobs
             ,
             I
             hard
             him
             often
             give
             ,
          
           
             But
             what
             of
             him
             (
             they
             said
             )
             I
             scarce
             believe
             .
          
        
         
           
             41
          
           
             This
             town
             environ'd
             with
             the
             noble
             Rhine
             ,
          
           
             Govern'd
             by
             States
             within
             themselves
             all
             free
          
           
             And
             guarded
             strong
             by
             souldiers
             brave
             and
             fine
             ,
          
           
             Stout
             men
             of
             body
             as
             a
             man
             shall
             see
             ,
          
           
             Courteous
             and
             kinde
             ,
             to
             strangers
             that
             they
             be
          
           
             This
             can
             I
             say
             ,
             for
             they
             were
             so
             to
             me
             .
          
        
         
           41
           
             This
             town
             of
          
           Strasburgh
           
             is
             a
             free
             State
             of
             it selfe
             ,
             environed
             by
             the
             River
          
           Rhine
           
             a
             very
             strong
             thing
             ,
             and
             a
             braue
             Garrison
             of
             souldiers
             in
             it
             well
             maintained
             :
             when
             I
             was
             there
             they
             wore
             red
             velvet
             Cassocks
             with
             the
          
           Flower
           Deluce
           
             in
             blue
             cloth
             ,
             and
             edged
             with
             silver
             very
             comely
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             42
          
           
             So
             now
             to
             Savrine
             that
             I
             take
             my
             way
             ,
          
           
             And
             through
             a
             desart
             and
             a
             mighty
             Wood
             ,
          
           
             Vnto
             Panspoyce
             ,
             but
             there
             I
             could
             not
             stay
             ,
          
           
             For
             there
             I
             found
             not
             any
             thing
             was
             good
             ,
          
           
             But
             harbour
             cold
             ,
             and
             courtefie
             so
             much
          
           
             I
             do
             not
             care
             ,
             how
             seldome
             I
             have
             such
             .
          
        
         
           42
           
             I
             came
             by
             many
             other
             places
             I
             cannot
             name
             ,
             also
             it
             is
             needlesse
             .
          
        
         
           
             43
          
           
             Then
             did
             I
             come
             to
             the
             Duke
             of
             Lorains
             land
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             dainty
             City
             of
             Nancie
             ,
          
           
             Dainty
             it
             is
             and
             sweetly
             it
             doth
             stand
          
           
             For
             aire
             most
             sweet
             and
             good
             commodity
          
           
             For
             Corn
             and
             Cattle
             ,
             Wood
             ,
             and
             water
             fair
             ,
          
           
             It
             hath
             enough
             and
             can
             to
             others
             spare
             .
          
        
         
           43
           
             If
             this
             Citie
             of
          
           Nancie
           
             be
             not
             of
             late
             ruinated
             ,
             it
             is
             as
             fine
             a
             little
             sweet
             thing
             as
             ever
             a
             man
             can
             see
             on
             earth
             for
             all
             outward
             blessings
             naturall
             for
             mans
             content
             :
             a
             little
             before
             I
             came
             to
             it
             ,
             I
             was
             at
             a
             great
             Monastery
             where
             was
             many
             English
             Iesuites
             ,
             and
             other
             Priests
             called
             Saint
          
           Nicholai
           .
        
         
           
           
             44
          
           
             So
             now
             by
             Tow
             and
             
               Fow
               ,
               Tholas
            
             ,
             and
             Bar
             ,
          
           
             I
             passe
             my
             way
             ,
             with
             cold
             and
             hunger
             both
             ,
          
           
             And
             tho
             indeed
             I
             come
             my
             Country
             war
          
           
             To
             help
             my
             need
             ,
             there
             's
             few
             ,
             or
             none
             that
             doth
          
           
             Vnlesse
             poor
             man
             I
             got
             a
             bit
             of
             bread
          
           
             Which
             few
             would
             give
             for
             to
             relieve
             my
             need
             .
          
        
         
           
             45
          
           
             So
             on
             I
             came
             unto
             the
             Champion
             Plain
             ,
          
           
             Where
             fourteen
             days
             I
             travailed
             with
             wo
             ,
          
           
             For
             nothing
             had
             I
             ,
             all
             within
             the
             same
             ,
          
           
             But
             what
             the
             Cloysters
             help
             me
             then
             unto
          
           
             Some
             meat
             and
             drink
             ,
             and
             harbour
             poore
             I
             had
             ,
          
           
             Tho
             it
             was
             poor
             ,
             yet
             of
             it
             I
             was
             glad
             .
          
        
         
           45
           
             This
             Champion
             Countrey
             is
             a
             very
             scant
             Countrey
             for
             fire
             ,
             but
             very
             rich
             of
             Corn
             especially
             ,
             also
             there
             is
             prety
             good
             store
             of
             hard
             wine
             to
             keepe
             out
             the
             cold
             .
          
        
         
           
             46
          
           
             For
             winter
             it
             was
             cold
             ,
             and
             I
             was
             poor
             ,
          
           
             My
             clothing
             thin
             ,
             and
             bare-foot
             then
             I
             was
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             my
             limbes
             was
             numb'd
             &
             grown
             so
             sore
             ,
          
           
             That
             ten
             miles
             on
             a
             day
             I
             could
             not
             passe
             ,
          
           
           
             Yet
             in
             the
             end
             I
             came
             to
             Paris
             Citie
             ,
          
           
             Where
             I
             did
             finde
             some
             comfort
             ,
             love
             and
             pitie
             .
          
        
         
           46
           I
           will
           speak
           nothing
           of
           these
           parts
           of
           France
           ,
           being
           all
           in
           Picardy
           and
           Normandy
           ,
           which
           every
           one
           almost
           knows
           they
           are
           so
           neer
           hand
           .
        
         
           
             47
          
           
             So
             then
             to
             Roane
             where
             Merchants
             kind
             I
             found
             ,
          
           
             And
             then
             to
             Deep
             a
             daintie
             Haven
             town
          
           
             Where
             I
             got
             shipping
             for
             our
             English
             ground
             ,
          
           
             And
             came
             to
             Dover
             poor
             and
             eke
             unknown
             ,
          
           
             But
             yet
             I
             had
             the
             Gest-house
             courtesie
             ,
          
           
             
               Iohn
               Bangor
            
             then
             was
             in
             the
             Majoraltie
             .
          
        
         
           47
           
             Iohn
             Bangor
          
           was
           Major
           ,
           when
           I
           landed
           at
           Dover
           .
        
         
           
             48
          
           
             From
             him
             a
             Passe
             to
             London
             that
             I
             had
             ,
          
           
             Being
             both
             poor
             ,
             lame
             and
             in
             misery
             ,
          
           
             Where
             when
             I
             came
             my
             heart
             indeed
             was
             glad
             ,
          
           
             For
             there
             I
             got
             good
             clothes
             even
             presently
             :
          
           
             For
             that
             some
             monies
             fell
             unto
             my
             lot
             ,
          
           
             That
             former
             sorrows
             they
             were
             all
             for●ot
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             49
          
           
             Then
             news
             was
             come
             of
             the
             Bohemian
             wars
             .
          
           
             For
             which
             my
             minde
             was
             presently
             so
             bent
          
           
             That
             I
             would
             see
             ,
             how
             there
             would
             go
             the
             jars
             ,
          
           
             And
             did
             indeed
             ,
             for
             thither
             that
             I
             went
          
           
             With
             noble
             Gray
             and
             many
             worthy
             men
             ,
          
           
             Who
             did
             not
             come
             again
             not
             one
             of
             ten
             .
          
        
         
           49
           I
           went
           into
           Bohemia
           with
           Sir
           
             Andrew
             Gray
          
           being
           Generall
           we
           were
           not
           there
           long
           before
           all
           was
           lost
           ,
           yet
           for
           the
           time
           there
           was
           some
           sharpe
           doings
           and
           much
           losse
           .
        
         
           
             50
          
           
             For
             tho
             indeed
             the
             service
             it
             was
             short
             ,
          
           
             Because
             at
             first
             the
             hopes
             was
             very
             poor
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             Pilsen
             it
             can
             tel
             there
             was
             brave
             sport
             ,
          
           
             When
             all
             the
             ground
             with
             bloud
             was
             turned
             gore
             ,
          
           
             And
             Prague
             can
             say
             and
             other
             parts
             indeed
             ,
          
           
             That
             in
             these
             warres
             many
             a
             brave
             heart
             did
             bleed
             .
          
        
         
           
             51
          
           
             Thus
             when
             I
             saw
             the
             hopes
             was
             poor
             and
             bare
             ,
          
           
             No
             staying
             then
             at
             all
             ,
             there
             was
             for
             me
          
           
             For
             nothing
             saw
             I
             fall
             unto
             my
             share
             ,
          
           
             But
             service
             hard
             with
             want
             and
             misery
             :
          
           
             Away
             I
             came
             to
             the
             Palatinate
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             my
             welcome
             there
             a
             shot
             I
             got
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             52
          
           
             There
             was
             in
             service
             to
             defend
             the
             land
          
           
             Of
             Englishmen
             so
             brave
             a
             Regiment
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             noble
             Vere
             ,
             as
             Generall
             did
             command
          
           
             The
             like
             I
             never
             saw
             where
             ere
             I
             went.
          
           
             For
             of
             a
             hundred
             scarce
             you
             could
             find
             ten
             ,
          
           
             But
             by
             their
             birth
             ,
             or
             worth
             were
             Gentlemen
             .
          
        
         
           
             53
          
           
             Oxford
             and
             Essex
             noble
             Earles
             were
             there
             ,
          
           
             And
             many
             Gallants
             under
             their
             command
             ,
          
           
             Brave
             Rich
             and
             Wentworth
             and
             Burlassie
             were
          
           
             With
             Colours
             flying
             ,
             fair
             in
             field
             did
             stand
          
           
             That
             noble
             Burroughs
             ,
             &
             brave
             Herbert
             too
             ,
          
           
             Fairfax
             and
             Wilmot
             all
             their
             best
             to
             do
             .
          
        
         
           53
           Never
           went
           a
           more
           noble
           company
           of
           voluntary
           souldiers
           out
           of
           England
           ,
           then
           went
           to
           this
           Voyage
           of
           the
           Palatinate
           ,
           and
           had
           worse
           successe
           .
        
         
           
             54
          
           
             Knowls
             and
             kind
             Thornix
             they
             were
             not
             behinde
          
           
             With
             many
             Gallants
             here
             to
             try
             their
             luck
             ,
          
           
             And
             many
             mo
             ,
             who
             was
             of
             noble
             minde
             ,
          
           
             Even
             as
             Bonithon
             and
             brave
             Captain
             Buck
             :
          
           
             Who
             came
             to
             looke
             for
             honour
             in
             the
             field
             ,
          
           
             For
             to
             the
             fo
             ,
             that
             they
             would
             never
             yield
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             55
          
           
             Once
             here
             we
             had
             ,
             hope
             of
             a
             noble
             day
             ,
          
           
             And
             was
             prepared
             with
             the
             Fo
             to
             fight
             ,
          
           
             When
             noble
             Oxford
             led
             our
             Vangard
             way
          
           
             Having
             the
             Fo
             before
             us
             in
             our
             sight
             ,
          
           
             Thinking
             none
             other
             but
             without
             all
             doubt
             ,
          
           
             To
             end
             that
             war
             by
             then
             to
             fight
             it
             out
             .
          
        
         
           55
           This
           was
           the
           day
           that
           the
           Palatinate
           was
           lost
           ,
           for
           if
           wee
           had
           gone
           on
           ,
           we
           had
           such
           vantage
           ,
           every
           way
           ,
           especially
           in
           horse
           ,
           as
           also
           our
           souldiers
           very
           able
           ,
           and
           as
           forward
           to
           go
           upon
           service
           ,
           wee
           had
           good
           store
           of
           Canon
           and
           all
           mounted
           ,
           our
           horse
           had
           given
           fire
           to
           the
           enemy
           ,
           wee
           had
           all
           things
           just
           in
           readinesse
           for
           the
           Battail
           :
           then
           Marquesse
           Baden
           being
           Generall
           of
           the
           Field
           betrayed
           the
           Countrey
           ,
           and
           would
           not
           let
           us
           fight
           that
           night
           ,
           so
           in
           the
           morning
           the
           enemy
           was
           fled
           and
           got
           his
           trenches
           ,
           and
           so
           we
           lost
           all
           .
        
         
           
             56
          
           
             Our
             forlorn
             hopes
             were
             ready
             ,
             all
             drawn
             forth
          
           
             And
             Doctor
             Burgesse
             gave
             brave
             encouragement
          
           
             To
             all
             our
             souldiers
             ,
             who
             was
             of
             that
             worth
          
           
             That
             all
             was
             ready
             ,
             and
             to
             battail
             bent
             ,
          
           
             But
             Marquesse
             Baden
             all
             our
             hopes
             then
             bard
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             our
             pastime
             for
             that
             day
             was
             mard
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             57
          
           
             For
             after
             that
             our
             Canon
             mounted
             was
          
           
             Fair
             for
             to
             play
             against
             the
             enemy
             ,
          
           
             Also
             our
             horse
             faln
             on
             :
             like
             hearts
             of
             brasse
             ,
          
           
             To
             shew
             their
             valour
             and
             fidelity
             :
          
           
             And
             we
             were
             ready
             ,
             both
             with
             hart
             &
             hand
          
           
             To
             fight
             our
             parts
             ,
             as
             long
             as
             we
             could
             stand
             .
          
        
         
           
             58
          
           
             But
             present
             tydings
             came
             we
             should
             not
             fight
             ,
          
           
             But
             every
             man
             his
             quarter
             fair
             should
             keep
          
           
             Because
             it
             grew
             ,
             even
             some
             what
             to
             ward
             night
             ,
          
           
             Which
             made
             the
             heart
             of
             many
             a
             souldier
             weep
             :
          
           
             To
             see
             how
             basely
             that
             same
             day
             was
             lost
             ,
          
           
             Which
             did
             indeed
             the
             Palsgraves
             Countrey
             cost
             .
          
        
         
           
             59
          
           
             For
             that
             same
             night
             ,
             our
             fo
             their
             trenches
             got
             ,
          
           
             Which
             was
             more
             safe
             then
             any
             Castle
             strong
             ,
          
           
             Not
             caring
             then
             what
             we
             could
             do
             a
             jot
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             same
             they
             did
             remain
             so
             long
             :
          
           
             Till
             that
             they
             had
             even
             so
             increas'd
             their
             force
             ,
          
           
             That
             they
             were
             able
             to
             give
             us
             the
             worse
             .
          
        
         
           
             60
          
           
             For
             winter
             comming
             ,
             and
             our
             force
             grew
             weak
             ,
          
           
             Our
             fare
             being
             hard
             ,
             and
             eke
             our
             payment
             bad
             ,
          
           
           
             Our
             Captains
             then
             ,
             with
             us
             did
             all
             betake
             ,
          
           
             To
             severall
             towns
             ,
             and
             of
             the
             same
             were
             glad
             :
          
           
             And
             there
             we
             did
             in
             Garrison
             remain
             ,
          
           
             Till
             we
             were
             forc'd
             to
             yield
             them
             up
             again
             .
          
        
         
           
             61
          
           
             But
             not
             with
             ease
             ,
             this
             dare
             I
             tell
             you
             plain
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             with
             the
             losse
             of
             small
             or
             little
             bloud
             ,
          
           
             But
             with
             hard
             war
             they
             did
             the
             Country
             gain
             ,
          
           
             With
             wofull
             spoil
             ,
             and
             but
             with
             little
             good
             :
          
           
             Town
             after
             town
             ,
             when
             they
             were
             very
             poor
             ,
          
           
             For
             untill
             then
             ,
             we
             would
             not
             give
             them
             ore
             .
          
        
         
           
             62
          
           
             For
             there
             we
             kept
             unto
             Commission
             came
          
           
             From
             Englands
             King
             unto
             our
             Generall
             ,
          
           
             And
             Chichester
             that
             Lord
             brought
             him
             the
             same
             ,
          
           
             With
             Frankindale
             we
             should
             deliver
             all
             :
          
           
             Then
             we
             with
             honour
             marched
             quite
             away
             ,
          
           
             For
             in
             the
             country
             ,
             there
             we
             might
             not
             stay
             .
          
        
         
           62
           After
           that
           most
           ,
           nay
           ,
           indeed
           all
           the
           Palatinate
           was
           lost
           both
           higher
           and
           lower
           ,
           yet
           my
           Lord
           kept
           Frankindale
           till
           my
           Lord
           of
           Chichester
           brought
           Commission
           from
           King
           Iames
           ,
           to
           deliver
           it
           up
           by
           way
           of
           composition
           .
        
         
           
           
             63
          
           
             Then
             every
             man
             had
             leave
             for
             to
             depart
             ,
          
           
             Vnto
             his
             Country
             or
             where
             lik'd
             him
             best
             ,
          
           
             Being
             glad
             to
             march
             with
             poor
             and
             heavy
             heart
             ,
          
           
             To
             finde
             some
             place
             where
             hee
             might
             take
             his
             rest
             ,
          
           
             But
             many
             a
             man
             ,
             this
             can
             I
             truly
             say
          
           
             Did
             lose
             his
             life
             ,
             in
             comming
             thence
             away
             .
          
        
         
           
             64
          
           
             But
             God
             above
             ,
             did
             then
             preserve
             me
             so
          
           
             That
             I
             got
             down
             along
             the
             noble
             Rhine
             ,
          
           
             And
             did
             me
             keep
             even
             from
             the
             mortall
             Fo
             ,
          
           
             That
             not
             one
             hurt
             I
             got
             in
             that
             same
             time
             ,
          
           
             But
             safely
             came
             to
             Utrich
             where
             indeed
          
           
             I
             did
             get
             means
             for
             to
             relieve
             my
             need
             .
          
        
         
           64
           
             I
             got
             down
             the
          
           Rhine
           
             and
             came
             to
          
           Vtrich
           
             in
             the
          
           Netherlands
           ,
           
             where
             I
             served
             Sir
          
           Ferdinando
           Knightley
           
             untill
             I
             came
             for
          
           England
           ,
           
             to
             goe
             over
             with
             the
             foure
             Regiments
             .
          
        
         
           
             65
          
           
             And
             here
             I
             stay'd
             under
             the
             States
             a
             while
             ,
          
           
             Being
             under
             pay
             ,
             of
             noble
             Knightley
             he
          
           
             Thinking
             the
             best
             ,
             and
             time
             so
             to
             beguile
          
           
             Till
             he
             thought
             good
             ,
             his
             Passe
             to
             give
             to
             me
             ,
          
           
           
             Then
             did
             I
             come
             to
             Englands
             shore
             again
             ,
          
           
             But
             here
             I
             staid
             not
             long
             for
             to
             be
             plain
             .
          
        
         
           
             66
          
           
             For
             that
             four
             noble
             Peers
             were
             ready
             bent
          
           
             In
             forraigne
             parts
             ,
             their
             valour
             for
             to
             try
             ,
          
           
             And
             each
             of
             them
             a
             warlike
             Regiment
             ,
          
           
             Being
             men
             of
             courage
             and
             of
             spirits
             high
             ,
          
           
             Oxford
             and
             Essex
             ,
             and
             Southampton
             three
             ,
          
           
             The
             fourth
             of
             these
             was
             noble
             Willoughby
             .
          
        
         
           66
           
             These
             foure
             Peers
             had
             each
             a
             Regiment
             that
             went
             over
             at
             the
             first
             time
          
           Breda
           
             was
             beleagred
             and
             wonne
             by
             the
             Enemy
             ,
             and
             where
             (
             more
             was
             the
             pitie
             )
             the
             Lord
          
           Henry
           
             Earle
             of
          
           Oxford
           ,
           
             with
             over-heating
             himself
             at
          
           Treheyes
           
             Sconce
             ,
             got
             such
             a
             vehement
             surfet
             ,
             that
             at
             the
          
           Hage
           
             in
             short
             time
             after
             he
             died
             :
             as
             also
             did
             the
             Earle
             of
          
           Southampton
           ,
           
             and
             the
             yong
             and
             noble
             Lord
          
           Wriothesley
           
             his
             sonne
             ,
             to
             the
             great
             grief
             of
             all
             the
             whole
             Regiments
             .
             At
             this
             Voyage
             I
             got
             a
             shot
             in
             my
             head
             ,
             and
             then
             I
             came
             for
          
           England
           .
        
         
           
             67
          
           
             These
             Nobles
             had
             Captains
             of
             high
             degree
          
           
             To
             follow
             them
             ,
             being
             men
             of
             high
             renown
             ,
          
           
             And
             each
             of
             them
             a
             worthy
             company
             ,
          
           
             Of
             souldiers
             stout
             ,
             &
             of
             brave
             courage
             known
             :
          
           
             But
             yet
             indeed
             this
             Voyage
             was
             not
             the
             best
             ,
          
           
             Two
             of
             the
             Earles
             did
             die
             besides
             the
             rest
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             68
          
           
             That
             in
             this
             great
             exploit
             did
             hope
             for
             gains
             ,
          
           
             And
             went
             with
             these
             same
             Lords
             their
             worths
             to
             try
             ,
          
           
             But
             had
             no
             more
             ,
             but
             death
             even
             for
             their
             pains
          
           
             As
             it
             did
             prove
             ,
             and
             with
             them
             then
             went
             I
             ,
          
           
             But
             yet
             I
             came
             a
             Fool
             as
             I
             did
             go
             ,
          
           
             With
             one
             shot
             mo
             ,
             that
             I
             got
             from
             the
             Fo.
             
          
        
         
           
             69
          
           
             Then
             presently
             a
             presse
             was
             new
             prepar'd
             ,
          
           
             For
             noble
             Mansfield
             ,
             dainty
             Voyage
             was
             that
          
           
             As
             ever
             was
             in
             any
             age
             yet
             heard
             :
          
           
             For
             hunger
             and
             extreams
             ,
             I
             le
             tell
             you
             what
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             can
             I
             scarcely
             now
             the
             same
             rehearse
          
           
             (
             For
             why
             )
             I
             shame
             to
             put
             it
             in
             my
             verse
             .
          
        
         
           69
           
             This
             Voyage
             of
          
           Mansfields
           
             was
             the
             poorest
             that
             ever
             souldiers
             made
             ,
             for
             if
             they
             had
             lost
             their
             lives
             in
             service
             and
             fair
             fight
             ,
             it
             had
             redownded
             to
             their
             honour
             ,
             but
             dying
             so
             basely
             as
             they
             did
             ,
             being
             starved
             ,
             was
             such
             a
             poor
             proceeding
             as
             hath
             not
             bin
             hard
             of
             .
          
        
         
           
             70
          
           
             It
             was
             so
             poor
             and
             bad
             and
             base
             withall
             ,
          
           
             That
             he
             declar'd
             I
             cannot
             well
             tell
             how
             ,
          
           
             For
             noble
             Mansfield
             so
             I
             will
             him
             call
             ,
          
           
             Was
             in
             no
             fault
             ,
             this
             dare
             I
             swear
             and
             vow
             :
          
           
           
             He
             did
             his
             best
             ,
             his
             souldiers
             to
             maintain
             ,
          
           
             And
             honour
             to
             himself
             and
             them
             to
             gain
             .
          
        
         
           
             71
          
           
             For
             many
             went
             in
             this
             disastrous
             Voiage
             ,
          
           
             Brave
             noble
             harts
             ,
             and
             valour
             truly
             tri'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             noble
             
               Cromwell
               ,
               Dutton
            
             ,
             wise
             and
             sage
             ,
          
           
             That
             honor'd
             Ramsey
             ,
             and
             gallant
             Rich
             beside
             ,
          
           
             And
             Sir
             
               Ralph
               Hopton
            
             that
             same
             noble
             Knight
          
           
             Whose
             worth
             is
             more
             then
             I
             can
             write
             of
             right
             .
          
        
         
           
             72
          
           
             For
             when
             some
             others
             left
             their
             souldiers
             poor
             ,
          
           
             Those
             that
             were
             his
             ,
             and
             left
             to
             hungervild
             ,
          
           
             He
             did
             not
             leave
             them
             ,
             nor
             did
             give
             them
             ore
             ,
          
           
             But
             like
             a
             faithfull
             Captain
             meek
             and
             milde
             :
          
           
             Did
             them
             relieve
             ,
             and
             left
             them
             safe
             &
             sound
             ,
          
           
             Though
             that
             it
             cost
             him
             many
             a
             hundred
             pound
             .
          
        
         
           
             73
          
           
             Now
             doe
             I
             think
             I
             heare
             the
             vulgar
             cry
             ,
          
           
             That
             at
             this
             Voyage
             some
             fault
             ,
             for
             sure
             there
             was
             ,
          
           
             (
             Else
             )
             with
             vild
             hunger
             ,
             why
             did
             so
             many
             die
          
           
             Vpon
             shipboard
             ,
             and
             not
             to
             land
             did
             passe
             :
          
           
           
             The
             souldiers
             fault
             that
             was
             so
             bad
             at
             home
             ,
          
           
             The
             States
             would
             not
             ,
             let
             them
             on
             their
             land
             come
             .
          
        
         
           73
           
             Now
             by
             the
             censure
             of
             the
             common
             and
             vulgar
             sort
             Count
          
           Mansfield
           
             was
             much
             blamed
             ,
             but
             altogether
             unjustly
             and
             unworthily
             ,
             for
             he
             was
             a
             very
             noble
             Gentleman
             and
             of
             a
             high
             spirit
             ▪
             stout
             and
             very
             couragious
             ,
             wise
             and
             gentle
             ,
             and
             expert
             in
             the
             wars
             ,
             he
             was
             ever
             loving
             to
             an
             honest
             souldier
             ,
             but
             hated
             a
             sharke
             ,
             he
             had
             too
             many
             in
             this
             Presse
             ,
             more
             was
             the
             pitie
             ,
             for
             it
             kild
             his
             noble
             ,
             heart
             ,
             when
             hee
             was
             cut
             off
             from
             landing
             them
             ,
             for
             (
             indeed
             )
             the
             fault
             was
             neither
             his
             ,
             nor
             any
             of
             the
             Commanders
             then
             appointed
             for
             that
             service
             ,
             for
             they
             were
             very
             noble
             Gentlemen
             :
             but
             the
             mayn
             cause
             of
             this
             much
             losse
             on
             shipboard
             ,
             was
             the
             very
             rogery
             &
             inhumane
             carriage
             of
             the
             vulgar
             prest
             souldiers
             ,
             which
             made
             such
             spoyle
             in
             all
             places
             of
          
           England
           
             as
             they
             went
             ,
             especially
             in
          
           Kent
           :
           
             that
             the
             tydings
             came
             both
             to
             the
             eares
             of
             the
          
           French
           
             King
             ,
             as
             also
             to
             the
          
           States
           :
           
             who
             hearing
             what
             hurt
             and
             inhumane
             parts
             they
             play'd
             in
             their
             own
             Country
             :
             being
             a
             Kingdome
             of
             a
             commendable
             and
             civill
             government
             ,
             thought
             they
             would
             make
             havock
             in
             theirs
             ,
             where
             warrs
             is
             kept
             a
             foot
             :
             therfore
             to
             prevent
             a
             greater
             mischief
             ,
             they
             would
             not
             a
             mit
             them
             to
             come
             to
             shore
             ,
             and
             this
             their
             own
             base
             carriage
             brought
             their
             owne
             ruines
             :
             
             and
             this
             was
             the
             maine
             cause
             of
             so
             much
             losse
             on
             shipboard
             .
          
        
         
           
             74
          
           
             O
             Getheringbarch
             ,
             what
             wofull
             work
             was
             there
             ,
          
           
             When
             over-board
             so
             many
             men
             were
             thrown
          
           
             That
             every
             morn
             ,
             the
             water
             did
             appear
             ,
          
           
             With
             dead
             mens
             corps
             for
             to
             be
             overflown
             !
          
           
             O
             souldiers
             then
             ,
             beware
             ,
             take
             heed
             by
             this
          
           
             In
             your
             own
             Country
             never
             do
             amisse
             .
          
        
         
           74
           
             Nothing
             can
             be
             more
             hatefull
             to
             GOD
             ,
             then
             for
             a
             souldier
             who
             is
             commanded
             to
             fight
             for
             the
             truth
             of
             the
             Gospell
             ,
             and
             for
             his
             King
             and
             Country
             to
             be
             a
             traitor
             and
             enemy
             to
             it
             ,
             and
             by
             any
             colour
             or
             pretence
             to
             wrong
             the
             inhabitants
             of
             his
             owne
             Nation
             :
             as
             God
             knows
             too
             many
             of
             these
             souldiers
             did
             was
             then
             prest
             ,
             therefore
             God
             shewed
             his
             judgemen●
             upon
             them
             .
          
        
         
           
             75
          
           
             But
             strive
             to
             do
             your
             King
             and
             Country
             good
             ,
          
           
             And
             not
             the
             Kingdome
             harm
             before
             you
             go
             ,
          
           
             For
             if
             you
             do
             ,
             you
             sure
             will
             lose
             your
             bloud
             ,
          
           
             If
             not
             thus
             basely
             ,
             yet
             before
             your
             fo
             ,
          
           
             You
             shall
             have
             shame
             and
             with
             disgrace
             shall
             die
             ,
          
           
             For
             God
             is
             just
             ,
             and
             justly
             will
             you
             try
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             76
          
           
             Then
             souldiers
             all
             bear
             you
             an
             honest
             minde
             ,
          
           
             And
             being
             prest
             take
             hearts
             of
             valour
             then
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             your
             Country
             ,
             ere
             be
             true
             and
             kinde
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             your
             fo
             ,
             be
             sure
             to
             fight
             like
             men
             ,
          
           
             So
             shall
             you
             gain
             credit
             and
             comfort
             brave
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             your
             Countrey
             much
             more
             welcome
             have
             .
          
        
         
           76
           
             Nothing
             in
             a
             souldier
             is
             more
             honorable
             then
             to
             be
             well
             conditioned
             and
             true
             to
             his
             Country
             .
          
        
         
           
             77
          
           
             Then
             after
             this
             another
             Voyage
             ,
             I
             went
          
           
             To
             Cadiz
             fair
             where
             Sack
             did
             make
             such
             spoile
             ,
          
           
             That
             souldiers
             had
             their
             wits
             therwith
             so
             spent
             ,
          
           
             That
             then
             with
             shame
             ,
             the
             fo
             gave
             us
             the
             foile
             :
          
           
             Besides
             commission
             it
             was
             counted
             bad
             ,
          
           
             And
             said
             the
             worst
             ,
             that
             ere
             Generall
             had
             .
          
        
         
           77
           
             This
             Voyage
             is
             too
             wel
             known
             ,
             therfore
             I
             will
             say
             no
             more
             of
             it
             :
             but
             that
             I
             went
             from
          
           Hull
           
             with
             Sir
          
           William
           Courtney
           ,
           
             I
             had
             as
             good
             have
             had
             staid
             at
             home
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             78
          
           
             But
             what
             it
             was
             ,
             I
             cannot
             truly
             tell
          
           
             But
             by
             report
             ,
             and
             fame
             may
             tell
             a
             lie
             ,
          
           
             For
             with
             edge-tools
             ,
             I
             do
             not
             love
             to
             mell
             ,
          
           
             For
             they
             will
             cut
             ,
             therfore
             I
             le
             let
             them
             lie
             ,
          
           
             But
             how
             it
             was
             ,
             I
             cannot
             truly
             say
             ,
          
           
             Many
             were
             glad
             they
             came
             so
             well
             away
             .
          
        
         
           
             79
          
           
             But
             presently
             we
             had
             another
             Presse
          
           
             Where
             I
             was
             sent
             into
             the
             North
             Country
             ,
          
           
             And
             did
             receive
             three
             hundred
             men
             no
             lesse
             ,
          
           
             All
             able
             men
             ,
             as
             any
             man
             might
             see
             ,
          
           
             Where
             that
             indeed
             ,
             I
             then
             Conductor
             was
             ,
          
           
             And
             brought
             them
             safe
             to
             Hull
             where
             they
             did
             passe
             .
          
        
         
           79
           
             This
             Voyage
             I
             went
             also
             from
          
           Hull
           
             with
             Captain
          
           Francis
           Conisby
           
             to
             the
          
           Long
           Line
           ,
           
             to
             General
          
           Morgan
           ,
           
             then
             for
          
           Stoad
           
             Leager
             ,
             but
             presently
             I
             came
             back
             .
          
        
         
           
             80
          
           
             Over
             the
             Seas
             with
             all
             the
             Northerne
             men
             ,
          
           
             To
             Denmark's
             Voyage
             ,
             and
             to
             the
             Leager
             poor
          
           
             Which
             was
             at
             Stoad
             ,
             but
             I
             with
             them
             as
             then
          
           
             There
             did
             not
             stay
             but
             presently
             came
             ore
             ,
          
           
             Even
             from
             
               Long
               Line
            
             ,
             where
             noble
             Conisby
          
           
             Did
             send
             me
             back
             with
             Sir
             
               Iohn
               Burlassie
            
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             81
          
           
             Now
             here
             I
             must
             the
             Muses
             summon
             all
          
           
             With
             trumpets
             sound
             ,
             chiefly
             Melpomene
             ,
          
           
             To
             aid
             me
             here
             ,
             and
             shew
             the
             heavy
             fall
          
           
             Even
             of
             such
             Worthies
             as
             I
             dare
             well
             say
          
           
             Will
             vex
             great
             Mars
             within
             his
             Court
             to
             finde
             ,
          
           
             So
             many
             Worthies
             of
             so
             noble
             minde
             .
          
        
         
           81
           
             This
             I
             le
             of
          
           Ree
           
             Voyage
             was
             not
             so
             poore
             as
             pitifull
             by
             reason
             of
             so
             great
             a
             losse
             of
             noble
             Souldiers
             &
             great
             Commanders
             :
             the
             passages
             of
             it
             is
             too
             well
             known
             ,
             therfore
             I
             will
             say
             no
             more
             of
             it
             .
          
        
         
           
             82
          
           
             As
             here
             was
             lost
             ,
             wo
             to
             that
             fatall
             chance
             ,
          
           
             And
             wo
             unto
             that
             more
             then
             dismall
             day
             ,
          
           
             That
             England
             had
             that
             overthrow
             by
             France
             ,
          
           
             Which
             makes
             the
             French
             for
             to
             presume
             &
             say
             ,
          
           
             From
             Englands
             yoke
             that
             they
             have
             eas'd
             their
             neck
             ,
          
           
             And
             brought
             brave
             England
             for
             to
             bow
             and
             beck
             .
          
        
         
           
             83
          
           
             Aswell
             as
             they
             had
             formerly
             been
             kept
          
           
             Vnder
             command
             of
             Englands
             Royall
             Kings
             ,
          
           
             Now
             that
             obedience
             they
             away
             have
             swept
             ,
          
           
             And
             of
             Heroick
             victory
             now
             sings
          
           
           
             Having
             their
             green
             died
             with
             our
             Crimson
             gore
             ,
          
           
             Of
             noble
             bloud
             ,
             whose
             losse
             we
             may
             deplore
             .
          
        
         
           
             84
          
           
             But
             out
             (
             alas
             )
             what
             doth
             the
             Frenchmen
             say
             ,
          
           
             And
             as
             the
             Spaniard
             ;
             nay
             ,
             the
             Bo●ish
             Dutch
          
           
             Lay
             Sack
             enough
             but
             in
             the
             English
             way
             ,
          
           
             They
             need
             no
             fo
             ,
             their
             valour
             is
             so
             much
          
           
             The
             'le
             kill
             each
             other
             in
             their
             drunken
             fits
             ,
          
           
             For
             Bacchus
             is
             their
             god
             ,
             and
             spoyles
             their
             wits
             .
          
        
         
           84
           
             It
             is
             an
             ordinary
             brag
             of
             the
          
           Spaniard
           
             to
             give
             out
             :
             that
             throw
             but
             a
             Butt
             of
             Sack
             in
             the
             way
             of
             the
          
           English
           ,
           
             and
             with
             their
             own
             help
             killing
             one
             another
             being
             drunk
             ,
             will
             do
             more
             hurt
             in
             an
          
           English
           
             Army
             ,
             then
             a
             thousand
          
           Spaniards
           
             can
             do
             in
             Arms.
          
           
        
         
           
             85
          
           
             For
             Mars
             is
             banish'd
             quite
             ,
             and
             valour
             to
             ,
          
           
             Vnlesse
             it
             be
             in
             some
             brave
             minded
             men
          
           
             Which
             are
             so
             few
             ,
             alasse
             what
             can
             they
             do
             ,
          
           
             When
             in
             a
             hundred
             scarce
             you
             shall
             finde
             ten
             ,
          
           
             That
             ere
             is
             prest
             but
             they
             are
             bred
             so
             base
             ,
          
           
             That
             they
             have
             ,
             neither
             valor
             ,
             truth
             nor
             grace
             .
          
        
         
           85
           
             And
             the
          
           Dutch
           
             braggeth
             that
             they
             have
             changed
             trades
             with
             the
          
           English
           ,
           
             for
             we
             have
             learned
             them
             to
             fight
             ,
             and
             they
             us
             to
             drink
             ,
             or
             else
             we
             
             have
             taken
             the
             trade
             up
             at
             our
             own
             hands
             ,
             never
             being
             any
             apprentices
             to
             the
             same
             ,
             yet
             free
             ,
             without
             any
             order
             of
             L●w
             :
             So
             now
             we
          
           English
           
             are
             the
             drinkers
             ,
             and
             the
             drunken
          
           Dutchmen
           
             brave
             souldiers
             ,
             more
             is
             the
             pitie
             .
          
        
         
           
             86
          
           
             For
             any
             slave
             ,
             if
             he
             be
             nere
             so
             bad
             ,
          
           
             Is
             holden
             good
             enough
             to
             serve
             the
             King
             ,
          
           
             Nay
             ,
             any
             thief
             ,
             whence
             ere
             he
             can
             be
             had
          
           
             Which
             doth
             good
             souldiers
             oft
             to
             ruine
             bring
             ,
          
           
             For
             when
             they
             should
             doe
             service
             as
             they
             ought
             ,
          
           
             Prest
             to
             be
             gone
             ,
             they
             are
             then
             to
             be
             sought
             .
          
        
         
           
             87
          
           
             Which
             makes
             brave
             hearts
             come
             oft
             by
             weeping
             crosse
             ,
          
           
             And
             lofe
             their
             lives
             by
             such
             disasters
             base
             ,
          
           
             Which
             might
             have
             honor
             ,
             but
             comes
             home
             with
             losse
             ,
          
           
             Both
             of
             their
             lives
             ,
             and
             with
             most
             vild
             disgrace
          
           
             And
             then
             these
             slaves
             to
             England
             will
             come
             ore
             .
          
           
             Saw
             nere
             the
             fo
             ,
             yet
             beg
             for
             souldiers
             poor
             .
          
        
         
           
             88
          
           
             And
             tell
             you
             tales
             how
             Cannons
             they
             do
             rore
             ,
          
           
             And
             how
             great
             Mars
             his
             trumpet
             brave
             doth
             found
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             how
             they
             are
             lam'd
             and
             made
             exceeding
             poor
          
           
             By
             that
             hard
             warre
             ,
             in
             which
             they
             nere
             were
             found
             ,
          
           
             But
             run
             away
             before
             it
             did
             begin
             ,
          
           
             To
             beg
             or
             steal
             ,
             their
             former
             course
             of
             sin
             .
          
        
         
           
             89
          
           
             But
             why
             do
             I
             use
             this
             prolixity
             ,
          
           
             To
             speak
             of
             that
             which
             I
             can
             never
             mend
             ?
          
           
             Yet
             pray
             I
             will
             ,
             and
             that
             most
             heartily
             ,
          
           
             That
             God
             &
             King
             would
             better
             souldiers
             send
          
           
             Against
             the
             foes
             of
             his
             blest
             royall
             bloud
             ,
          
           
             For
             untill
             then
             ,
             that
             we
             shall
             nere
             do
             good
             .
          
        
         
           
             90
          
           
             Yet
             still
             me
             thinks
             the
             trumpets
             sound
             amayn
             ,
          
           
             Wo
             and
             alas
             ,
             when
             shall
             I
             ever
             see
          
           
             Such
             noble
             hearts
             tread
             English
             earth
             again
             ,
          
           
             As
             now
             was
             lost
             in
             this
             same
             I
             le
             of
             Ree
             ,
          
           
             Rue
             we
             may
             call
             ,
             and
             rue
             we
             may
             that
             day
             ,
          
           
             The
             Duke
             did
             finde
             ,
             ore
             Neptunes
             floud
             the
             way
             .
          
        
         
           90
           
             Gentle
             Reader
             give
             me
             leave
             this
             by
             the
             way
             to
             let
             thee
             understand
             ,
             that
             at
             our
             first
             going
             on
             ,
             we
             had
             good
             sport
             ,
             and
             very
             noble
             service
             ,
             and
             bravely
             performed
             ,
             and
             with
             great
             credit
             to
             the
             Lord
             Generall
             the
             Duke
             :
             And
             tho
             at
             our
             comming
             off
             we
             had
             the
             worse
             ,
             yet
             the
          
           French
           
             for
             all
             their
             braging
             
             need
             not
             so
             much
             boast
             of
             their
             gaines
             or
             noble
             victory
             ,
             for
             first
             and
             last
             they
             lost
             a
             world
             of
             fine
             fellows
             :
             But
             indeed
             it
             was
             Gods
             providence
             ,
             and
             foreseeing
             determination
             .
             That
             we
             should
             know
             wee
             were
             all
             at
             his
             disposing
             ,
             and
             not
             as
             some
             scandalous
             and
             filthy
             reprochfull
             tongues
             did
             use
             to
             give
             out
             to
             the
             derogation
             of
             the
             noble
             Dukes
             honour
             being
             the
             Generall
             all
             which
             for
             as
             far
             forth
             (
             as
             I
             for
             my
             part
             )
             could
             ever
             discern
             ,
             was
             altogether
             unjust
             ,
             for
             never
             could
             any
             Generall
             carry
             himselfe
             more
             lovingly
             to
             all
             his
             souldiers
             ,
             then
             hee
             did
             not
             onely
             to
             the
             Commanders
             and
             Officers
             ,
             but
             even
             to
             the
             poorest
             Centinels
             ,
             and
             none
             that
             was
             a
             souldier
             of
             worth
             and
             quality
             ,
             will
             (
             I
             think
             )
             or
             can
             justly
             say
             but
             he
             was
             truly
             noble
             ,
             of
             a
             very
             amiable
             and
             loving
             disposition
             to
             all
             that
             had
             any
             sute
             unto
             him
             .
             Some
             foule
             tongues
             ●ave
             out
             that
             at
             the
             retreat
             and
             comming
             off
             that
             my
             Lord
             Duke
             was
             then
             on
             shipboard
             ,
             but
             I
             am
             sure
             ,
             when
             it
             was
             darke
             night
             hee
             was
             in
             the
             field
             ,
             and
             brought
             to
             the
             Bridge
             a
             good
             quantity
             both
             of
             shot
             and
             powder
             :
             For
             as
             hee
             was
             of
             an
             amiable
             condition
             ,
             so
             was
             he
             of
             a
             stout
             and
             couragious
             spirit
             ,
             ever
             forward
             to
             further
             an
             honest
             &
             good
             souldier
             in
             his
             suite
             ,
             but
             a
             coward
             or
             a
             man
             of
             a
             preposterous
             or
             foule
             carriage
             hee
             could
             never
             abide
             ;
             but
             never
             man
             yet
             lived
             or
             died
             without
             enemies
             (
             especially
             one
             so
             eminent
             )
             no
             more
             did
             he
             ,
             much
             more
             was
             the
             pitie
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             91
          
           
             Brave
             Rich
             &
             Burrows
             you
             there
             lost
             your
             breath
             ,
          
           
             And
             so
             did
             Bret
             and
             Bingley
             both
             beside
             ,
          
           
             And
             Radcliffe
             sweet
             ,
             my
             Captain
             turn'd
             to
             earth
             ,
          
           
             Brave
             Coningam
             ,
             whose
             fame
             yet
             never
             di'd
             ,
          
           
             Heidon
             &
             Blundell
             both
             two
             noble
             Knights
             .
          
           
             With
             York
             and
             Thornix
             took
             their
             last
             good
             nights
             .
          
        
         
           
             92
          
           
             With
             many
             mo
             brave
             Captains
             of
             great
             fame
             ,
          
           
             Which
             lost
             their
             lives
             ,
             &
             bodies
             turn'd
             to
             dust
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             I
             for
             we
             cannot
             but
             weep
             to
             name
             ,
          
           
             Why
             say
             I
             so
             ,
             for
             to
             them
             that
             I
             must
             ?
          
           
             For
             sure
             I
             am
             ,
             all
             flesh
             was
             born
             to
             die
             ,
          
           
             As
             was
             these
             Gallants
             most
             unhappily
             .
          
        
         
           
             93
          
           
             For
             formerly
             no
             age
             hath
             ever
             known
             ,
          
           
             That
             Englishmen
             receiv'd
             such
             vile
             disgrace
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             Chronicle
             past
             memory
             hath
             shown
             ,
          
           
             That
             bragging
             France
             did
             England
             so
             debase
             ,
          
           
             As
             it
             did
             then
             within
             this
             paultry
             I
             le
             ,
          
           
             So
             many
             Worthies
             of
             their
             lives
             beguile
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             94
          
           
             Mars
             did
             envy
             against
             great
             Neptunes
             floud
             ,
          
           
             Great
             Neptune
             he
             was
             vext
             at
             Mars
             again
             ,
          
           
             To
             see
             that
             I
             le
             drownd
             with
             our
             English
             bloud
             ,
          
           
             Which
             water
             had
             enough
             about
             the
             same
             :
          
           
             But
             now
             their
             pits
             are
             fild
             with
             purple
             gore
             ,
          
           
             As
             they
             were
             fild
             with
             saltish
             brine
             before
             .
          
        
         
           
             95
          
           
             But
             for
             to
             leave
             this
             more
             then
             haplesse
             place
             ,
          
           
             And
             those
             sweet
             souls
             in
             blisse
             that
             dide
             therin
             ,
          
           
             For
             tho
             their
             bodies
             be
             interr'd
             so
             base
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             do
             their
             souls
             a
             Halleluia
             sing
          
           
             Vnto
             Iehovah
             the
             blest
             God
             above
             ,
          
           
             Who
             oft
             doth
             visit
             whom
             he
             best
             doth
             love
             .
          
        
         
           
             96
          
           
             But
             I
             poor
             man
             'mongst
             all
             these
             worthy
             dead
             ,
          
           
             Did
             scape
             alive
             and
             came
             to
             English
             shore
             ,
          
           
             Being
             in
             my
             travell
             forc'd
             to
             beg
             my
             bread
             ,
          
           
             With
             wofull
             wounds
             which
             was
             both
             greene
             and
             sore
             ,
          
           
             Vntill
             to
             London
             that
             at
             length
             I
             came
          
           
             Where
             I
             poor
             man
             ,
             a
             long
             time
             did
             lie
             lame
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             97
          
           
             But
             when
             I
             was
             recovered
             of
             the
             same
             ,
          
           
             Vnto
             the
             Belgick
             States
             that
             I
             went
             ore
             ,
          
           
             And
             there
             indeed
             I
             did
             take
             armes
             again
             ,
          
           
             To
             see
             what
             Fortune
             would
             befall
             me
             more
             :
          
           
             Thinking
             far
             better
             there
             to
             live
             in
             pay
             ,
          
           
             Then
             for
             to
             burthen
             England
             any
             way
             .
          
        
         
           
             98
          
           
             But
             yet
             (
             alas
             )
             I
             had
             not
             there
             been
             long
          
           
             Till
             Mastrick
             Leager
             fell
             out
             very
             sore
          
           
             And
             cruell
             fate
             again
             did
             me
             that
             wrong
             ,
          
           
             That
             yet
             a
             shot
             unto
             my
             share
             fell
             more
             .
          
           
             Beside
             I
             lost
             my
             noble
             Colonell
             good
             ,
          
           
             Stout
             and
             devout
             as
             on
             the
             earth
             ere
             stood
             .
          
        
         
           98
           
             Here
             at
          
           Mastrick
           
             I
             got
             another
             shot
             for
             my
             reward
             ,
             and
             that
             was
             all
             the
             preferment
             that
             fell
             to
             my
             share
             .
          
        
         
           
             99
          
           
             So
             I
             poor
             soul
             ,
             being
             then
             disabled
             quite
             ,
          
           
             Was
             forc'd
             to
             take
             the
             Gesthouse
             courtesie
             ,
          
           
             Where
             comfortlesse
             and
             without
             all
             delight
             ,
          
           
             I
             did
             remayn
             in
             pain
             and
             misery
             :
          
           
             Vntill
             poorly
             ,
             recovered
             that
             I
             was
             ,
          
           
             Then
             left
             I
             armes
             and
             did
             to
             England
             passe
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             100
          
           
             For
             after
             that
             my
             limbes
             I
             got
             again
             ,
          
           
             I
             to
             my
             Country
             ,
             then
             did
             make
             repayre
             ,
          
           
             Where
             for
             my
             service
             ,
             travell
             ,
             losse
             ,
             and
             pain
             ,
          
           
             I
             did
             request
             some
             pension
             for
             my
             share
             :
          
           
             For
             I
             had
             served
             thirty
             yeers
             and
             more
             ,
          
           
             In
             constant
             service
             ,
             never
             gave
             it
             ore
             .
          
        
         
           
             101
          
           
             For
             which
             poor
             I
             must
             need●
             constrained
             be
             ,
          
           
             To
             end
             my
             days
             like
             to
             an
             Anchorist
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             what
             means
             the
             Gentry
             will
             give
             me
             ,
          
           
             Content
             my self
             untill
             I
             take
             my
             rest
             ,
          
           
             In
             earth's
             wide
             wombe
             where
             I
             must
             rot
             to
             dust
             ,
          
           
             God
             grant
             my
             soul
             it
             may
             live
             with
             the
             just
             .
          
        
         
           
             Now
             armes
             farewell
             ,
             brave
             souldiers
             all
             adiew
             ,
          
           
             I
             was
             a
             souldier
             ,
             but
             I
             am
             none
             now
             .
          
           
             Yet
             is
             my
             heart
             to
             souldiers
             ever
             true
             ,
          
           
             For
             I
             to
             Mars
             have
             made
             a
             constant
             vow
             :
          
           
             That
             I
             will
             be
             a
             servant
             to
             him
             still
             ,
          
           
             In
             what
             I
             can
             his
             service
             to
             fulfill
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             though
             I
             cann't
             do
             King
             ,
             nor
             Country
             good
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             I
             a
             souldier
             from
             henceforth
             will
             be
          
           
             To
             Iesus
             Christ
             ,
             who
             shed
             his
             precious
             bloud
             ,
          
           
             To
             save
             that
             soul
             ,
             immortall
             is
             in
             me
             .
          
           
           
             Thus
             will
             I
             rest
             ,
             in
             faith
             and
             hope
             will
             I
          
           
             Resolved
             be
             ,
             and
             never
             fear
             to
             die
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thus
             you
             have
             heard
             the
             whole
             Catastrophe
          
           
             Of
             the
             disasters
             ,
             I
             have
             wandred
             through
             ,
          
           
             Of
             th'
             intricate
             Meanders
             weary
             way
             ,
          
           
             Though
             it
             be
             little
             ,
             yet
             it
             is
             enough
             :
          
           
             And
             he
             that
             covets
             ,
             for
             to
             have
             it
             more
          
           
             Let
             him
             begin
             ,
             for
             now
             will
             I
             give
             ore
             .
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           
        
         
      
    
     
  

