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<DATE>2009-03-04</DATE>
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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B090030.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<HEAD>The Soldiers Fortune: OR The Taking of <HI>MARDIKE.</HI></HEAD>
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<HEAD>Mardike.</HEAD>
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<LG>
<L>VVHen fir&s;t <HI>Mardike</HI> was made a Prey,</L>
<L>'Twas Courage that carry'd the Fort away;</L>
<L>Then do not lo&s;e your Valors Prize,</L>
<L>By gazing on your Mi&s;tre&s;s Eyes;</L>
<L>But put off your Petticoat-Parley;</L>
<L>Dotting and &s;otting, &amp; laughing and quaffing Canary,</L>
<L>Will make a good Soldier mi&s;carry,</L>
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<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 Soldiers Si&s;ter is;</L>
<L>Rallying &amp; &s;allying, with ga&s;hing &amp; &s;lashing of Wounds, Sir,</L>
<L>With turning and burning of Towns, Sir,</L>
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<L>Is a high &s;tep to a great Mans Throne.</L>
<L>Let bold <HI>Bellona</HI>'s Brewer frown,</L>
<L>And his Tun &s;hall overflow the Town;</L>
<L>And give the 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, and Si&s;ter &amp; Brother confounded,</L>
<L>And many a good Family wounded</L>
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<L>By a terrible turn of Fate.</L>
<L>He that can kill a Man, thunder and plunder the town, &s;ir,</L>
<L>And pull his Enemies down, Sir,</L>
<L>In time may be an Officer great,</L>
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<L>It is the Sword do's 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>
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<L>It handles 'em joynt by joynt Sir;</L>
<L>Quilling &amp; drilling, and &s;pilling and killing profoundly,</L>
<L>Vntill the Di&s;puters on Ground lye,</L>
<L>And have never a word to &s;ay:</L>
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<L>Vnle&s;s it be quarter, quarter, truth is confuted by a Carter,</L>
<L>By &s;tripping &amp; nipping, &amp; ripping and quipping 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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<L>The Musket hears &s;o great a Force,</L>
<L>To Learning it has no remor&s;e;</L>
<L>The Prie&s;t, the Lay-man, and the Lord,</L>
<L>Find no di&s;tinction from the Sword;</L>
<L>Tan-tarra, Tan-tarra, the Trumpet,</L>
<L>Has blown away <HI>Babylon</HI>'s Strumpet:</L>
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<L>Now the Walls begin to crack,</L>
<L>The Coun&s;ellors are &s;truck dumb too,</L>
<L>By the Parchment upon the Drum too;</L>
<L>Dub-a-dub, dub-a-dub, dub-a-dub, dub-a-dub, an Alarum,</L>
<L>Each Corporal now can outdare'um,</L>
<L>Learned <HI>Littleton</HI> goes to rack.</L>
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<L>Then &s;ince the Sword &s;o bright doth &s;hine,</L>
<L>We'll leave our Wenches and our Wine,</L>
<L>And 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 Granadoes,</L>
<L>We'll bounce about the Bravadoes,</L>
<L>By huffing and puffing, and &s;nuffing and cuffing the <HI>French</HI> Boys,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Brows has been dy'd in a Trench Boys;</L>
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<L>Well got Fame is a Warrier's Wife,</L>
<L>The Drawer &s;hall be the Drummer;</L>
<L>We'll be Collonels all next Summer;</L>
<L>By hilting and tilting, and pointing and joynting like brave Boys,</L>
<L>We &s;hall have Gold, or a Grave Boys,</L>
<L>And there's an end of a Soldiers Life.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed for <HI>P. Brooksby,</HI> at the Golden Ball in <HI>Pye-Corner.</HI></P>
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