Fisher, Jasper · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1611-1633] (Annals) history · at University unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 462 words
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Bandy no more these private Frowns; but haste, Fly to your parties, and enrage their minds: Till at the period of these Broils, I call, And back reduce you to grim Pluto's hall. methinks I hear Bellona's dreadful voice Redoubled from the concave shores of Gaul: methinks I hear their neighing Steeds, The groans Of complemental Souls, taking their leave: And all the din and clamorous rout, which sounds When falling Kingdoms crack in fatal flames. Die Belgics, Die like men. Free minds need have Nought, but the ground they fight on, for their grave: And we are next. Think ye the smoky mist Of Sun-boiled Seas can stop the eagle's eye? Or can our watery walls keep dangers out, Which fly aloft? That thus we snorting lie, Feeding impostumed humours, to be launched By some outlandish Surgeon: As they are now: whose flaming towns, like Beacons, Give us fair warning, and even guild our spires, Whilst merrily we warm us at their Fires. Yet we are next: who charmed with peace and sloth, Dream golden dreams. Go, warlike Britain, go, For Olive bough exchange thy Hazel bow: Hang up thy rusty Helmet, that the Bee May have a hive, or Spider find a Loom: In steed of soldiers fare, and lodging hard, (The bare ground being their bed, and table) lie Smothered in down, melting in luxury. In steed of bellowing drum, and cheerful flute, Be lulled in Lady's lap with amorous Lute. But as for Nennius, know, I scorn this calm: The ruddy Planet at my birth bore sway, Sanguine adust my humour; and wild fire, My ruling Element. Blood, and rage, and choler, Make up the Temper of a captain's valour. Welcome thus far, Partners of weal and woe, Welcome brave bloods: Now may our weapons sleep, Since Ariovist in cockboat basely flies: Vast Germany stands trembling at our bridge: And Gaul lies bleeding in her mother's lap. Once the Pellaean Duke did Eastward march, To rouse the drowsy Sun, before he rose Adorned with Indian rubies: But the Main bade him retire. He was my Type. This day, We stand on Nature's western brink; Beyond, Nothing but Sea and Sky. Here is Nil vltra. Democritus make good thy fancy, give me More worlds to conquer, which may be both seen, And won together. But methinks I ken A whitish cloud kissing the waves, or else Some chalky rocks surmount the barking flood. Comius, your knowledge can correct our eyes. It is the Britain shore, which ten leagues hence Displays her shining cliffs unto your sight. I'll hit the white. That sea-mark for our Ships, Invites destruction, and gives to our eye A treacherous Becko. Dare but resist: your shore Shall paint her pale face with red crimson gore.
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Bandy no more these priuate Frownes; but hast, Fly to your parties, and inrage their mindes: Till at the period of these Broyles, I call, And backe reduce you to grimme Pluto's hall. Me thinkes I heare Bellona's dreadfull voyce Redoubled from the concave shoares of Gaule: Me thinkes I heare their neighing Steedes, The groanes Of complementall Soules, taking their leaue: And all the dinne and clamorous route, which soundes When falling Kingdomes cracke in fatall flames. Dye Belgickes, Dye like men. Free mindes need have Nought, but the ground they fight on, for their graue: And we are next. Thinke ye the smoaky mist Of Sunne-boyld Seas can stop the Eagles eye? Or can our watry walles keepe dangers out, Which flye aloft? That thus we snorting lye, Feeding impostum'd humours, to be launch'd By some out-landish Surgion: As they are now: whose flaming townes, like Beacons, Giue vs faire warning, and euen guild our Spyres, Whilst merrily we warme vs at their Fires. Yet we are next: who charm'd with peace and floath, Dreame golden dreames. Goe, warlike Britaine, goe, For Olive bough exchange thy Hazell bow: Hang vp thy rusty Helmet, that the Bee May haue a hive, or Spider find a Loome: In steed of souldiers fare, and lodging hard, (The bare ground being their bed, and table) lye Smother'd in doune, melting in luxury. In steed of bellowing drumme, and chearefull flute, Be lull'd in Ladyes lap with amorous Lute. But as for Nennius, know, I scorne this calme: The ruddy Planet at my birth bore sway, Sanguine adust my humour; and wild fire, My ruling Element. Blood, and rage, and choller, Make vp the Temper of a Captaines valour. Welcome thus farre, Partners of weale and woe, Welcome braue bloods: Now may our weapons sleep, Since Ariovist in cocke-boate basely flies: Vast Germany stands trembling at our bridge: And Gaule lies bleeding in her mothers lap. Once the Pellaean Duke did Eastward march, To rowse the drowsie Sunne, before he rose Adorn'd with Indian rubyes: But the Mayne Bad him retire. He was my Type. This day, We stand on Natures westerne brinke; Beyond, Nothing but Sea and Skie. Heere is Nil vltra. Democritus make good thy fancy, giue me More worlds to conquer, which may be both seene, And wonne together. But me thinkes I kenne A whitish cloud kissing the waues, or else Some chaulky rockes surmount the barking flood. Comius, your knowledge can correct our eyes. It is the Britaine shoare, which ten leagues hence Displaies her shining clifts vnto your sight. I'le hit the white. That Sea-marke for our Shippes, Invites destruction, and giues to our eye A treacherous Becko. Dare but resist: your shoare Shall paint her pale face with red crimson goare.