But if for me ye fight, or me will serue,
2 Not this rude kind of battell, nor these armes
Are meet, the which doe men in bale to sterue,
4 And dolefull sorrow heape with deadly harmes:
Such cruell game my scarmoges disarmes:
6 Another warre, and other weapons I
Doe loue, where loue does giue his sweet alarmes,
8 Without bloudshed, and where the enemy
Does yeeld vnto his foe a pleasant victory.
1 "But if for me you fight, or me will serve, 2 Not this rude kind of battle, nor these arms
rude > rough; uncivilized
3 Are meet, which do men in bale to starve,
meet > suitable, seemly do > cause bale > woe, torment starve > die
4 And doleful sorrow heap with deadly harms: 5 Such cruel game my scarmoges disarm:
scarmoges > skirmishes
6 Another war, and other weapons I 7 Do love, where Love does give his sweet alarms,
Love > Cupid alarms > sudden attacks, surprises; alarms
8 Without bloodshed, and where the enemy 9 Does yield to his foe a pleasant victory.