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an Heroick Poem.
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In the renown'd destruction of this day,
Four hundred Leaders were by valours pride
Led to blest shades, by an uncertain way,
Where lowliness is held the surest Guide.

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And twice the Tierce of these consists of those
Who for Prince Oswald's love of Empire bled;
The Duke does thus with thanks and praise dispose
Both of the worthy living, and the dead.

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Bind all your wounds, and shed not that brave life,
Which did in all by great demeanor past,
(Teaching your Foes a wiser choise of strife)
Deserve a Lease of Nature that may last.

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Love warm'd you with those hints which kindled me;
And form'd Ideas in each lovers thought
Of the distress of some beloved she,
Who then inspir'd, and prais'd you whilst you fought.

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You nobly prompt my passion to desire,
That the rude Crowd who Lovers softness scorn,
Might in fair field meet those who love admire,
To trie which side must after Battel mourn.

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O that those rights which should the good advance,
And justly are to painfull valour due,
(How ere misplac'd by the swift hand of Chance)
Were from that Crowd defended by those few!

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With this great Spectacle we should refresh
Those Chiefs, who (though preferr'd by being dead)
Would kindly wish to fight again in flesh:
So all that lov'd by Hurgonil were led.

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