WRIT IN MY LORD CLARENDON’S “HISTORY OF THE REBELLION.”
How life hath cheapened, and how blank
The Worlde is! like a fen
Where long ago unstainèd sank
The starrie gentlemen:
Since Marston Moor and Newbury drank
King Charles his gentlemen.
If Fate in any air accords
What Fate denied, O then
I ask to be among your Swordes,