130 Ajiiie Bradji reefs Works,
There is no Souldier but thy felf (thou fayeft,)
No valour upon Earth, but what thou haft
Thy lilly provocations I delpife,
And leave't to all to judge, where valour lies
No pattern, nor no pattron will I bring
But David, Jiidah^ moft heroick King,
Whofe glorious deeds in Arms the world can tell,
A rofie cheek Mufitian thou know'ft well;
He knew well how to handle Sword and Harp,
And how to flrike full fweet, as well as fharp.
Thou laugh'ft at nie for loving merriment,
And fcorn'ft all Knightly fports at Turnament.
Thou fayft I love my Sword, becaufe it's gilt.
But know, I love the Blade, more then the Hill,
Yet do abhor fuch temerarious deeds.
As thy unbridled, barbarous Choler breeds : "'
Thy rudenefs counts good manners vanity,
And real Complements bale flattery.
For drink, which of us twain like it the beft, [29 |
He go no further then thy nofe for teft;
Thy other feoffs, not worthy of reply
Shall vanifh as of no validity:
Of thy black Calumnies this is but part,
But now He fhew what fouldier thou art.
And though thou'ft us'd me with opprobrious fpight
My ingenuity muft give thee right.
Thy choler is but rage when tis moft pure,
But ufefull when a mixture can endure;
^ foolilh. »' veelds.
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