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<HEAD>MARDIKE: OR, The Soldiers Sonnet of his Sword.</HEAD>
<OPENER>Sung to the ORGAN.</OPENER>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>WHen fir&s;t <HI>Mardike</HI> was made a Prey,</L>
<L>'Twas Courage that carry'd the Town away,</L>
<L>Then do not loo&s;e your valoured Prize,</L>
<L>By gazing on your Mi&s;tre&s;e eyes,</L>
<L>But put off your Petticoat-Parley,</L>
<L>Potting and &s;otting,</L>
<L>And laughing, and quaffing</L>
<L>Canary,</L>
<L>Shall make good Souldjers mi&s;carry,</L>
<L>And never travel for true renown;</L>
<L>Then turn to your Martial Mi&s;tri&s;s,</L>
<L>Fair <HI>Minerva</HI> the Souldjers Si&s;ter is,</L>
<L>Rallying, and &s;allying,</L>
<L>And la&s;hing, and &s;la&s;hing</L>
<L>Of wounds Sir,</L>
<L>With turning and burning of Towns Sir,</L>
<L>Is a high &s;tep to a State&s;mans Throne,</L>
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<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>Let bold <HI>Bellona's</HI> Brewer frown,</L>
<L>And his Tun &s;hall overflow the Town;</L>
<L>Or give a Cobler Sword and Fate,</L>
<L>And a Tinker may trappan the State,</L>
<L>Such fortunate Foes as the&s;e be,</L>
<L>Turn'd the Crown to a Cro&s;s at <HI>Na&s;eby,</HI></L>
<L>Father, and Mother,</L>
<L>And Si&s;ter, and Brother</L>
<L>Confounded,</L>
<L>And many good Families wounded</L>
<L>By a terrible Turn of Fate:</L>
<L>Such plentiful power the Sword had,</L>
<L>He that can kill a man,</L>
<L>Thunder, and plunder</L>
<L>Preci&s;ely,</L>
<L>This is the man that doth wi&s;ely,</L>
<L>And may climb to a Chair of State.</L>
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<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>It is the Sword doth order all,</L>
<L>Makes Pea&s;ants ri&s;e, and Princes fall;</L>
<L>All Syllogi&s;ms in vain are &s;pilt,</L>
<L>No Logick like a Basket-hilt,</L>
<L>It handles 'em joynt by joynt, Sir,</L>
<L>Thrilling, and drilling,</L>
<L>And killing, and &s;pilling</L>
<L>Profoundly,</L>
<L>Until the Di&s;puters are roundly,</L>
<L>And have never a word to &s;ay,</L>
<L>Unle&s;s it be Quarter, Quarter:</L>
<L>Truth is confuted by a Carter,</L>
<L>Whipping, and &s;tripping,</L>
<L>And ripping, and nipping</L>
<L>Eva&s;ions,</L>
<L>Doth conquer a power of Per&s;wa&s;ions,</L>
<L><HI>Ari&s;totle</HI> hath lo&s;t the day.</L>
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<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>The Gown and Chair cannot compare,</L>
<L>With the <HI>Red-coat</HI> and the <HI>Bandaleer,</HI></L>
<L>The Mu&s;quer gives Saint <HI>Paul</HI> the lurch,</L>
<L>And beats the Cannons from the Church,</L>
<L>The Prie&s;ts Epi&s;copal Gown too,</L>
<L>And the Organ hath lo&s;t his &s;ound too,</L>
<L>Tan tara, tan tara,</L>
<L>Tan tara, tan tara</L>
<L>The Trumpet</L>
<L>Hath blown away <HI>Babylons</HI> Strumpet,</L>
<L>And Cathedrals begin to crack:</L>
<L>Your Councellors are &s;truck dumb too,</L>
<L>By the Parchment upon the Drum too,</L>
<L>Dub-a, dub-a, dub-a, dub-a,</L>
<L>Dub-a, dub-a, dub-a, dub-a,</L>
<L>An Allarum,</L>
<L>Each Corporal now can out-dare 'em,</L>
<L>Learned <HI>Littleton</HI> goes to rack.</L>
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<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>Then &s;ince the Sword &s;o bright doth &s;hine,</L>
<L>Let's leave our Wenches and our Wine,</L>
<L>Wee'l follow <HI>Mars</HI> where ere he runs,</L>
<L>And turn our Pots and Pipes to Guns,</L>
<L>The Bottles &s;hall be the Granadoes,</L>
<L>We will bounce about the Bravadoes,</L>
<L>Huffing, and puffing,</L>
<L>And &s;nuffing, and cuffing</L>
<L>The Spaniard,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Brows has been dy'd in a Tan-yard,</L>
<L>Well-got Fame is a Warriors wife:</L>
<L>The Drawer &s;hall be the Drummer,</L>
<L>We will be Colonels all next Summer,</L>
<L>Hiltings, and tilting,</L>
<L>And pointing, and joynting,</L>
<L>Like brave Boys,</L>
<L>We &s;hall have Gold or a Grave, boys,</L>
<L>Here is an end of a Souldjers life.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed for <HI>James Goodman.</HI> 1660.</P>
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