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 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
.