Those puling fools deserve no better fate,
They mirth's Apposers were, and still would be,
Did they survive, let me participate,
Of pleasures, gifts, while here I live, and I
Care not, although I mourne eternally.
VI.
I laugh to think how many times I have
Whiles others fighting were against the foe,
Within some Thicket croucht myself to save,
Yet taken for a valiant Souldier tho,