A Horse well furnisht for a present Warre:For a French Crowne might any where be bought,But if so be that he had any scarre,Though ne’r so small, he valew’d was at naught;With spoyles so sated the proud English are;Amongst the slaine, that who for pillage sought,Except some rich Caparizon he found,For a steele Saddle would not stoupe to ground.And many a hundred beaten downe that were,Whose wounds were mortall, others wondrous deepe,When as the English ouer-past they heare:And no man left a Watch on them to keepe,Into the Bushes, and the Ditches neare,Vpon their weake hands and their knees doe creepe:But for their hurts tooke ayre, and were vndrest,They were found dead, and buried with the rest.Thus when the King sawe that the Coast was clear’d,And of the French who were not slaine were fled:Nor in the Field not any then appear’d,That had the power againe to make a head:This Conquerour exceedingly is cheer’d,Thanking his God that he so well had sped,And so tow’rds Callice brauely marching on,Leaueth sad France her losses to bemoane.FINIS.
A Horse well furnisht for a present Warre:For a French Crowne might any where be bought,But if so be that he had any scarre,Though ne’r so small, he valew’d was at naught;With spoyles so sated the proud English are;Amongst the slaine, that who for pillage sought,Except some rich Caparizon he found,For a steele Saddle would not stoupe to ground.
A Horse well furnisht for a present Warre:
For a French Crowne might any where be bought,
But if so be that he had any scarre,
Though ne’r so small, he valew’d was at naught;
With spoyles so sated the proud English are;
Amongst the slaine, that who for pillage sought,
Except some rich Caparizon he found,
For a steele Saddle would not stoupe to ground.
And many a hundred beaten downe that were,Whose wounds were mortall, others wondrous deepe,When as the English ouer-past they heare:And no man left a Watch on them to keepe,Into the Bushes, and the Ditches neare,Vpon their weake hands and their knees doe creepe:But for their hurts tooke ayre, and were vndrest,They were found dead, and buried with the rest.
And many a hundred beaten downe that were,
Whose wounds were mortall, others wondrous deepe,
When as the English ouer-past they heare:
And no man left a Watch on them to keepe,
Into the Bushes, and the Ditches neare,
Vpon their weake hands and their knees doe creepe:
But for their hurts tooke ayre, and were vndrest,
They were found dead, and buried with the rest.
Thus when the King sawe that the Coast was clear’d,And of the French who were not slaine were fled:Nor in the Field not any then appear’d,That had the power againe to make a head:This Conquerour exceedingly is cheer’d,Thanking his God that he so well had sped,And so tow’rds Callice brauely marching on,Leaueth sad France her losses to bemoane.
Thus when the King sawe that the Coast was clear’d,
And of the French who were not slaine were fled:
Nor in the Field not any then appear’d,
That had the power againe to make a head:
This Conquerour exceedingly is cheer’d,
Thanking his God that he so well had sped,
And so tow’rds Callice brauely marching on,
Leaueth sad France her losses to bemoane.