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A18054
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A military dialogue betweene Philomusus and Miles lively expressing the horrible effects of war, and the unspeakable benefit of peace / by Richard Carter.
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Carter, Richard.
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1640
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STC 4697.5; ESTC S1537
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Wife lamenting weeping goeth Anon alike doth speed And still the murthering souldier doth In shedding blood proceed Then fiery flames consumes the Towne When murthering Cannons rore The Barbed Horses trample downe The fruits of all our store And noble sparkes in place most high Are then a Souldiers prey Some plead for life some desperately Doe cast themselves away Who speedeth best hath for his hire The losse of wealth and life Most stately buildings flame with fire Whilst swords doe end the strife The tattering Terrets shake with shot The battered Bulwarkes breake Hall Church nor Temple standeth not Our strength is then too weak Thus raging rigour rules the roast Rash ruine riddeth all Yet thou of warre dost brag and boast As if our losse were small To this intent example take Of Souldiers lewdnesse great That I may prove these words I speak I briefly shall repeat A Tragedie of Souldiers art Most worthy of all blame Both for the terrour of the fact And authours of the same The Country place and parties name I nominate will not Because that Christians did the same But Christ they clean forgot A sad tragicall Relation A Captain had I say agen Obtain'd at Prince his hand For to conduct a Band of men Into an other Land And marching on approached neere Unto a Peasants Farme For so they terme the Yeomen there This yeoman thought no harme But as he durst not contrary So did he entertain The Captain with all courtesie The Souldiers did remain Within a Village joyning neere The Captain onely bee With other Souldiers he had there As after you shall see Who lodged at this Yeomans house Who feasted them with store That he might still prevent abuse Was carefull evermore This Host three comely Daughters had The eldest was most faire Which made the Captain almost mad His lust was set on fire Her fore-head high did register Her feature men adored There was not one like unto her Like Venus so adorned Her Crimson cheeks and Christ all eyes Her lips like Cherries red Her words right sober grave and wise Her haire like golden thred Venus with her could not compare Which won the golden Ball Nor Dido that sweet Lady faire Who had the love of all Her voyce did sing melodiously To such as did her heare That all which heard her harmony Their drooping hearts did cheare Much further yet I could proceed Nature did thus adorne You may in her love-lines still read Shee did all basenesse scorne If outward parts like starres did shine Which men did plainly see Doubtlesse her soule was most divine I judge in charity The Captaines Lust this did renew With furious fiery 〈◊〉 He bidding honesty adiew Then snatcht her in his armes This lustfull Captain would not stay This Virgin to intreat But hayling her by force away I blush this to repeat The Devill on this Leatcher eggs He throws her on a bed Some of his Souldiers held her legs Her armes and some her head Whilst he commited viilany To feed his lustfull will In vain she screeks lament and cry None could prevent her ill This being done he jeeres her too I will omit to shew What bloody teares and throbs also Did from this Ravish'd flow Then did she seek to revenge it And thereto was she bent Behold also how time did hit To further her intent She snatching up a Knife which he Had lefe upon the board Then suddenly to him stept she And to the heart him goard Stone dead he sinketh down that day The rest were in a Maze But she did start aside whilst they Vpon the corps did gaze She told her father what was done And forth with fled away Alas she knew not where to run But to the Lord did pray Desiring rather death then life And then report was brought Vnto the Souldiers of that strife And who that fact had wrought The Soulpiers run as they were wilde Untill they had her found She being caught these Tyrants vilde Fast to a Tree her bound The Souldiers then discharged there At her their thund ring shot So that their bullets left in her Not one free place or spot Thus dyde this peerlesse Paragon For whose death we may grieve The like to her I know not one That do amongst us live I must bewaile the female sexe And wish they may amend But yet the Captain did her vexe And first the Law offend In this unhappy Tragedy There many more were slain The Yeomans house they did destroy Who did them entertain This is your warlike havock still This is the Souldiers trade Who having got the reyns at will Run mad like Colts unmade Consuming all and laying waste Always both night and day And rushing head-long at the last Into their own decay Miles Respond ANd what of this though some do ill Will you condemne the rest As if mens bloud onely to spill A Souldier thus were prest Nay by a Souldiers troth I sweare Our Discipline is such That now in peace amongst you here You use not halfe so much Philomusus ALL Souldiers not condemned are But some we must commend Who prudently by lawfull Warre The Common-weale defend But better were it without doubt If God so pleas'd would be That there peace the World throughout Withall of each degree Miles I Do confesse it may be said That peace with truth is sweet But circumstances duely wai'd Warre sometimes is as meet You speak disdainfull of Warre now I say to you again In time of peace more mischiefe flow Then do in Warre remain First know that peace doth plenty cause From plenty still proceeds The hurtfull breach of all good Laws Prosperities now breeds As Whoredome Pride and Lechery In time of peace are rife Contempt of God and man alway With gluttony and strife If Souldiers in the Warre do spoyle The Miser for his gold In peace the Rich the poore do foyle Much more a thousand fold In Warre by sword sometimes we die And then is peace begun But poore men are by Usury In time of peace undone In Warre the Victor shews mercy Unto his yielding foe In peace the debtor loud doth cry Yet to Gaole must goe In Warre hard lodging mean attire And homely Joans men use In peace all these with fond desire Most proudly fools abuse In Warre the presence of our foes A view of death doth give In peace your folly you disclose And dreame you shall still live In time of peace true Justice sure With most can beare no sway Yet such great feare Warre doth procure It chaseth vice away If that the cause of Warre be good The end then proveth so If not our sins they have withstood Vice is our greatest foe Philomusus ALas poore silly simple man What are thy wits thine own Thou speakest much but little can To good effect be showne And sure I am of this always 'T is hard for one to take From peace her due deserved prayse Or good of ill to make Thou