They now to fight are gone, Armour on armour shone, Drum now to drum did groan, To hear was wonder; That with the cries they make The very earth did shake: Trumpet to trumpet spake, Thunder to thunder. Well it thine age became, To our hid forces! Stuck the French horses. With Spanish yew so strong, Piercing the weather; When down their bows they threw, Not one was tardy; This while our noble king, As to o'erwhelm it; Bruised his helmet. Gloster, that duke so good, With his brave brother; Clarence, in steel so bright, Though but a maiden knight, Yet in that furious fight Scarce such another. Warwick in blood did wade, Upon Saint Crispin's Day Fought was this noble fray, Which fame did not delay To England to carry. O when shall English men With such acts fill a pen? Or England breed again Such a King Harry? TO THE VIRGINIAN VOYAGE You brave heroic minds Worthy your country's name, Go and subdue! Whilst loitering hinds Lurk here at home with shame. Britons, you stay too long: Quickly aboard bestow you, And with a merry gale Swell your stretch'd sail With vows as strong As the winds that blow you. Your course securely steer, You need not fear; So absolute the deep. And cheefully at sea Success you still entice Virginia, Earth's only paradise. Where nature hath in store Fowl, vension, and fish, And the fruitfull'st soil Without your toil |