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The battailes of Crescey, and Poictiers vnder the leading of King Edward the Third of that name; and his sonne Edward Prince of Wales, named the Blacke. By Charles Allen, sometime of Sidney Colledge in Cambridge.
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Aleyn, Charles, d. 1640.
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1631
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that before their swords Did seize the French stood trembling thus an oke Shakes with that wind vshers the thunder stroke For they like thunder shot their furie through Where solidnes did most resistance make And crumble into dust what would not bow Whereon they stand and thence aduanced take Their stately flight on humbled backes we rise And on the wings of ruine conquest flies Thus Rome in a sedition was tooke VVhen Arnulph came there mutinies to quell His souldiers shoutings such amazements strooke That from the wall the startled Romans fell Their heapes were scaling ladders and their fall Made him the staires on which he clim'd the wall The Boheme King in head of all his men Encounters with dehruction and dares Death to a duell which did meete him then And with deepe cutts cancell his date of yeares Disarmd him not he still his weapon held As if his ghost should fight when he was kild Kings vpon whom many depend haue vs'd T' haue danger at a distance nor at all Tread within reach the Theban chiefe accusd Himselfe for being neere an arrows fall For Kings are those chiefe stones which arches knit Let one be dislocated all will flitt A loyall subiect hath nor life nor breath But what 's infus'd and breathed from the Prince Who if he rashly shall encounter death Stifles too cruellie his influeuce And 't is a problem whether thus to dye Or greater rashnes be or crueltie Leaders without disgrace haue sometimes fled He that did flye this day may next day fight Great Amurath had not beene vanquished Had not Huniades beene sau'd by flight Wherelife more than our death auailes the state Valour by flight may looke for better fate But where it doth not leaders must not moue But cope with danger here a Captaines flight Reads basenesse to his men and coward loue Of an ignoble life in such a flight A valliant Diomed will rather dye And scorne to stir though Nestor bids him flye Twice was the King of France beate off his horse By Henault movnted vp as oft did rise And acted to the height of single force He did so noblic fight so well aduise He seemd his armies hand and armies head He fought like Scaeua and like Cesar led The valliaut King still wrastles with his fate As if he would vntwist what that had weau'd Deeming the web of fate had beene like that VVith which the Grecian dame her loues deceiu'd Flesh cannot breake the threds the fates haue spun Like Narses web theirs cannot be vndone Nor Frances strength nor fortune can preuaile Fortune hath left no refuge but to flye The King turnd head and all his men turnd taile And leaue at once the field aud victorie Soone turnd the King the armie turnd as soone Thus a small rudder turnes a Galeone The King congratulates his sonne for this Faire earnest of his future victories And sealeth vp his language with a kisse VVith mute expressions the Prince replies Silence hath Rhetoricke and veiles are best To portrâ—â—â—t that which cannot be exprest Wars greater tempest had forgat to blow And horrors thicker clowdes were driu'n away But lighter mists and weaker blasts did now Appeare to dim the honour of the day Thus when a roring storme hath ceasd to raue A trembliug noyse still murmurs on the waue When the next morne had blusht to see the field Looke redder then her selfe in purple dight Some scatterd troopes as willing to be kild Came rather to a slanghter then a fight If the sound bodies of whole armes faile 'T is ruine for sore members to assaile For by the English breathing death they 're blowne Out of the field and day drawne out of night So many Lords of France were ouerthrowne That yet I ne'r could iudge if that I might Or a misfortune or an honour call That losse should alwaies on their nobles fall FINIS THE BATTAIE OF Poictiers vnder Edward Sirnanamed the Blacke Prince NOt in full orbe as yet his honour shines True honours orbs are fill'd by digits grow By orderlie addictions high designes Doe with Methodicall progression goe Tall Cedars by degrees aduance the top 'T is Mushrome honour in a night springs vp Nature the hand and instrument of heauen VVith sober pace aduanceth fairelie on Her peeces are produc'd by smooth and euen Degrees and grow by soft accession Nature by mediums workes leaps not at all And honour leapd to seemes vnnaturall But yet she stayes not but doth gently pace In her continued march and high borne sprights Worke 〈◊〉 Falcon to wring to her place Winns are by constant circlings not alights Macedoâ— heire could glory he did raise His name by expeditions not delayes Then on great Prince the eldest sonne of Fame Honours first borne continue still to add Items to vertues sum and weare a name Charg'd with more well-won titles than he had Contest for thy inheritance in fame More iust thy interest more faire thy claime France was the court wherein the case was try'd With title so apparant proofes so cleare His plea for honour could not be deni'd By iustice brib'd nay if more worlds there were And Philips sonne had triumpht on them all His suit for honours birthright here should fall But he that would court honour in the field And wed her noblie to his vertue must Hold passion in on a firme basis build And know the causes of his war be iust Great actions if not founded deepe will reele The greatest ship must haue the strongest keele To procure peace or keepe a foe at bay By warding iniuries call a warre iust But not to hug reuenge and make a way For brutish feritie but that Kings must Keepe Kings in good opinion that they know What a wrong is and how to vse a foe T' enlarge the â—iâ—ts of Kingdomes and extend An Empires armes a war may authorize The Prince whom sacred leaues doe most commend And by the style of heau'n is writt most wise Made all the people tributarie bee Were from Euphrates to the midland sea Or to recouer what our right hath beene And what 's deteind vniustly to regaine Where iustice ends there iustlie warrs begin Our Edward thus did war in Aquitaine Thus fierce Camillus taught th' insulting Gaule To weigh the treasure and restore it all King Iohn had setled vpon Charles his sonne Aquitaines Dâ—rchie which did owe her state To Englands Edward who confirm'd it on The Prince with charge his right to vindicate Kings doe marke Kings proceedings and to eye Their waies is politicke necessitie This was that Charles whom the French stories writ First Dolphin Vinbert broken at the chance Of 's onely sonnes decease did giue his right Of Dolphinie to Phillip King of France But with this coution conferd the same They should the heire of Franee the Dolphin name Goe vindicate thy right a word what can Effect a wonder on lame cowardise And teach it moue but to the Prince a man To picture prowes by it doth but this
takes leaue of matiall feates The carefull Prince will not his men bestow In fields vnsheltred whilst the leagring cold And battring engins of chill ice and snow Assault the spirits and surprize their hold Who let their men i th field in winter lie Both combat nature and the enemie The Sun surrownding with a fleet carrere On the highway of the Eclipticke line Had inned in his winter signes that yeere And at the goale his mounture did decline Thus Edward to his winter Tropick came Aduancing through the Zodiacke of fame As when a fat and teemeing soile is growne Leane and o'respent and by its often birth Threatens a barren womb the moileing clowne Fallowes the acres of his languisht earth Thus chiefes indulge their weari'd soldiars rest And husband valour in their fallow'd brest Apollos yew is not at all times bent It sometime feriates and string is slackt The sinews of his lyre not alway rent With screwing torture nor with winding rackt These rests and stops with sweet varietie Tune all our actions to a harmonie Now had the Sun rid through his winter stage And lighted at the lusty ram the earth With hearbs as Aeson did renew her age And was impregnate with a numerous birth Flora to ope her wardrobe did begin As 't were to decke her at her lying in The constellation of the winged steed Rising with Sol attempereth the ayre To the radicall humour and doth breede Blood in the strouting veines and sprights repaire Soldiars in spring doublie their seruice can A man in winter is but halfe a man The Prince who had in winter seem'd to set Aduanceth forward with th'aduancing Sun Doth not his resolute designes forget Nor to consummate what he had begun Not to promote what we doe once comence Argues a weakenesse and a diffidence Vaines would be cram'pd the stream of blood would freeze In the old chanels should they longer lie And if they still should sacrifice to ease Valour would fall into alethargie Dull lakes are choakt with melancholie mud Motions doth cleare and cristallize a flood No body's 〈◊〉 healthfull without exercise Iust wars are exercises of a state Vertue 's in motion and contends to rise With generous ascents aboue a mate Princes in motion with the spheares contest Made more for veneration then for rest With vncontrowled march he did aduance Througb Bruges Perigort and Limosin And seizd the bosome of affrighted France The terrour of his acts vsherd him in The lowd report of his victorious name Did execution long before he came As when the nurses rod cannot appease The Child at th' hearing of some horrid name 'T is husht thus Turkey with Huniades Stilled their children saying that he came A frightfull name 's as forciue as a blow Both Edwards name and arme can ouerthrow For he like light diffused in the aire Spreads without opposition meets no stay To checke his faire proceedings nor impaire His smoother fortune wheeling on her way No lets encountred with his fortunes yet They ran as smoothly as Musaeus writ As yet ther 's no abatement of his power No blood expended they did nothing meet Whereby they might diegust the wars no sower As yet had beene attempeâ—d with their sweet Thus Arethusa slides through Neptunes bed And keepes her maiden streame vnrauished But whether march we are the armes of France Pinio'nd with feare What not a Caualleere That for his mistris sake dare try his Lance If not for 's country be a champion here Yes now their horsemen like a tempest come Acknowledgd then the flower of Christendome King Iohn such vnexpected hast did make His spirits heated with too quicke a fire He did the Prince at Poictiers ouertake He wingd his hope and imped his desire As if he would his hastie fates importune He might outrun his father in misfortune The King mistooke it for a chase and thought To ouertake were to surprize his foe As when a hownd with snufling long hath sought Through way lesse woods which way the game did goe Rouses by chance a Lyon for a deere And thus the French did rowse a Lyon heere Vnder the heauie burthen of their power They seem'd to make the groning earth to yeeld And with a clowd of men able to shower Distruction on the world darken the field A whirlewind scowring from the Northern waine Did ease th' oppressed cleare the darkned plaine They had the odds of number sixe to one A wonder by a sixth to be withstood So many Speares at once and lances showne Did in a champaine seeme to make a wood But I haue heard a wolfe did neuer feare A flock of sheepe how great so e'r it were Let fond Tigranes in a proud despight Scoffe at Romes handfull and in brauerie Brag to his men they were too few for fight And but too many for an embassie They chas'd this bragart and the conquest wou And made his honour set before the Sun They haue the odds of country the cause is Try'd in their court and we are forc'd to play In their owne alley nay they 're strain by this To fight they loose the country with the day But in inuasiue wars abroad we doe But loose our selues and not our country too Vpon the foyle where thou wert borne to flee Cryes bastard in thy face is it not iust To pay her life whch once did lend it thee Ner couldst thou better dye and once thou must Giue me a cocke that nere durst strick a blow Vpon his dunghill he will beat his foe Nay as if fortune had a patent lent For France t' ingrosse all the aduantages Odds in conceit conceit an instrument VVhich though pantasticke gets realities The pregnant mothers strong imagination Hath giuen her wombe a reall alteration The King of France his army did draw out And on a spacious plaine imbatteled His num'rous multitude he wheeld about Like the first mouer and the fields did spread With traine too long and wings too short to fly Vnto so high a pitch as victory His hopes had now impos'd on his beleife That he already had the victorie He thinkes that tedious which all else thinke briefe He meanes to â—â—â—ne his battaile presentlie Desires are haâ—â—ie and when hopes are strong Minutes are lazie and compendiums long They thinke to scourge our heros and with steele Whip this yong warriour who now was made Professor in his art and scornd to feele Checke or correction from the proudest blade It cannot come into their memories He had at Crescey fought his master prize Scorning the petty numbers which we brought They rate them pris'ners more then enemies And against light and truth of nature thought That efficatious force in number lies He is blind-hardy that will dangers slight For they grow heauy when they once seeme light If chance claimd not an interest in tents And schooles of Mars then the French numbers might Seeme in good eyes enforcing arguments For strong conclusions but she claimes such right That t is