To make a clerke a souldiers thrall;
Doth love to souldiers coradge call?
No, but the neede they toyle withall.
"Fayre Phillis, would thy love were wise,
No more the trueth to contrarise!
Hunger and thirst bow souldiers thies,
In which Deaths path and Plutos lies.
"Sharpe is the wasting bane of warre
The lot is hard, and strayneth farre:
The lyfe is stooping, doubts doth jarre,