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<NAME>Emma Leeson Huber</NAME>
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<HEAD>The Souldiers &s;ad Complaint.</HEAD>
<L>IS this the up&s;hot then? We that have &s;pent</L>
<L>Our be&s;t of Fortunes for a PARLIAMENT?</L>
<L>We that have &s;weat in bloud, march't o're the Land,</L>
<L>And where our feet did tread, our Swords command?</L>
<L>We that like burning Comets did appeare,</L>
<L>Striking a&s;toni&s;hment with pallid feare,</L>
<L>Upon the daring a&s;pect of our Foes,</L>
<L>Forcing even Death, under our dreadfull blowes</L>
<L>To flagg his fatall Standard? We that have</L>
<L>Been (as of Banquets) greedy of a grave?</L>
<L>When through the rivlets of our purple gore</L>
<L>Flow'd &s;treames of Victory unto the doore</L>
<L>Of our high palmed <HI>STATE,</HI> made <HI>GODS:</HI> no le&s;&s;e;</L>
<L>And only happy through our wretchedne&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>When in our calmed po&s;tures we draw neare</L>
<L>Creeping addre&s;&s;es to that Lofty <HI>SPHEAR</HI></L>
<L>In naked Bodies, broken Leggs, and Armes,</L>
<L>In carved Limbs, which were ere while as Charmes</L>
<L>To quiet Death, and make the Furies hu&s;ht,</L>
<L>That we &s;hould &s;uffer? that we &s;hould be cru&s;ht</L>
<L>With tho&s;e iron hands (though guilded with our bloud,</L>
<L>Not &s;eeking others, but their owne &s;elfe-good)</L>
<L>We have upheld? when we make humble plea</L>
<L>With empty entrailes, for our deare earn'd pay,</L>
<L>(While&s;t your enlarded guts, and brawny &s;ides</L>
<L>Swine it with <HI>Epicurus,</HI> &s;tretch your hydes</L>
<L>With glorry mor&s;ells) are we kickt away,</L>
<L>As if each Wight had turn'd Apo&s;tata?</L>
<L>Is this true Vallors pay? coyn'd out of ayre</L>
<L>And envy? Tyranny? that doth out-dare</L>
<L>The very front of Hell. What, Souldiers? and thus &s;lighted?</L>
<L>The be&s;t of actions are the wor&s;t requited.</L>
<L>'Tis thought, and fear'd, your eyes that pitty want,</L>
<L>Ere long will turne the world all Adamant:</L>
<L>And every object by reflection,</L>
<L>Be turned into, what you are, a Stone;</L>
<L>Should but your curious, wanton pallats &s;hare</L>
<L>As formerly our Fortunes, now our fare,</L>
<L>(Who once lay lugging at that Ladyes Papp</L>
<L>As full of plenty then, as now, mishap)</L>
<L>A two daies &s;ad experience, would condemne</L>
<L>Your great ingratitude; make you contemne</L>
<L>Your cruelties; and bring home to your Gate</L>
<L>As much of love, as hitherto of hate.</L>
<L>Who gave your <HI>SENAT</HI> being? the Lawes their breath?</L>
<L>Was't not our bloud? our hazzarding of death?</L>
<L>And will you coun&s;ell murther? &s;it to &s;lay</L>
<L>Even tho&s;e by whom you &s;it, or whom, you &s;tay?</L>
<L>From your full &s;tores, then reach unto poore &s;oules,</L>
<L>Of what's their due: Nece&s;&s;ity controules</L>
<L>The &s;harpe&s;t Lawes. Oh heare their groanes and cryes</L>
<L>Who haple&s;&s;e lives, and as yet hopele&s;&s;e dyes.</L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Per I. H.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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