FAIR stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance But putting to the main, At Caux, the mouth of Seine, And taking many a fort, With those that stopp'd his way, Which, in his height of pride, King Henry to deride, His ransom to provide Unto him sending; Which he neglects the while As from a nation vile, Yet with an angry smile Their fall portending. And turning to his men, Be not amazèd : Yet have we well begun; By fame been raised. 'And for myself (quoth he) Victor I will remain Or on this earth lie slain, Never shall she sustain Loss to redeem me. 'Poitiers and Cressy tell, When most their pride did swell, Under our swords they fell: No less our skill is Than when our grandsire great, By many a warlike feat Lopp'd the French lilies.' The Duke of York so dread The eager vaward led; With the main Henry sped Among his henchmen. Excester had the rear, A braver man not there; O Lord, how hot they were They now to fight are gone, To hear was wonder; That with the cries they make Well it thine age became, When from a meadow by, Stuck the French horses. With Spanish yew so strong, Stuck close together. When down their bows they threw, And forth their bilbos drew, And on the French they flew, Not one was tardy; Arms were from shoulders sent, Scalps to the teeth were rent, This while our noble king, bilbos] swords, from Bilboa. Down the French host did ding And many a deep wound lent, Gloster, that duke so good, Warwick in blood did wade, Oxford the foe invade, And cruel slaughter made Still as they ran up; Suffolk his axe did ply, Upon Saint Crispin's Day Such a King Harry? 120. To the Virginian Voyage YOU brave heroic minds You Worthy your country's name, Whilst loitering hinds Lurk here at home with shame. Britons, you stay too long: With vows as strong As the winds that blow you. Your course securely steer, West and by south forth keep! Rocks, lee-shores, nor shoals You need not fear; So absolute the deep. And cheerfully at sea Success you still entice To get the pearl and gold, Virginia, Earth's only paradise. Where nature hath in store Fowl, venison, and fish, Three harvests more, All greater than your wish. |