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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A68649	Allarme to England foreshewing what perilles are procured, where the people liue without regarde of martiall lawe. With a short discourse conteyning the decay of warlike discipline, conuenient to be perused by gentlemen, such as are desirous by seruice, to seeke their owne deserued prayse, and the preseruation of their countrey. Newly deuised and written by Barnabe Riche Gentleman.	Rich, Barnabe, 1540?-1617.	1578 (1578)	STC 20979; ESTC S115900	71,422	106

thatt maeks a manneg ryghtt wear fytter than a lady fyen for myghtty marssys Knightt The warrs for marshall mynds and peace for Venus men The sword and soldior best agrees the lawyer for the pen The warrs calls corraeg vpp and peace breeds cowards styll maeks peple prowd dystroyes greatt hartts and pampers wantton wyll peace prowlls a bowtt for pence and warrs the mock wyll spend that gredy gayn hords vp in hoells god knoes to lyttell end the wealth that peace doth bring maeks many a myscheeff ryeff and peace rons hedlong in to vyce and warrs refforms leawd lyeff for fear off sword or sho●t mans mynd loeks throwe the starrs the hartt fawlls flatt beffoer hys face that maeks boeth peace and warrs the noghtty natuerd wyghtt by warrs is broghtt in fraem the baddest putts on better mynd the wyeldest waxeth taem peace fills the land wyth pomp thatt gyvs a pryuey wownd feeds folly fatt maeks vertue lean and floeds off vyce a bownd Daem lust her pleasuer taeks in peace and banketts sweett and warrs doth quenche owr hott desyers and dawntts the dallyng spreete in warrs we honor wyn on peace reproetch doth groe and warrs contentts owr noblest frynds and peace doth pleas owr foe peace putts vp sondry wrongs and warrs doth ryght mentayn and suer a battayll is well lost thatt doth a kyngdom gayn To feyght in forrayn soyll apawlls the enmyes pryed and better fare abroed to martch than heer the brontt to byed nott many hold with peace thoghe warrs is cald a shreawe nor many aer by peace maed rytch for wealth butt fawlls to feawe and thoes thatt thryvs by peace aer fy●n and full off sleyghtt who taketh owtt off measuer styll and gyvs agayn by weyghtt yff any wyn by warrs as dyuers do in deed they loes the saem agayn by peace thus peace myslyek doth breed for peace restoers the goods thatt warre haeth concquerd well yelds vpp the fortts gyvs back perfforce the towns whearin we dwell and warr trayns soldyors vpp whych keeps the world in awe putts rebells down mentayns good men thatt styll vpholds the lawe When Roem soghtt warrs from hoem in peace the staett remaynd when common wealth wyth peace was cloyd prowd peple peace dysdaynd This peace I do compaer to calmye wether fayre thatt smoethly loeks tyll doskye clowds haue clean oercast the ayre butt when the stordy storms rons rattling throwe the skyes The rack goes swyfftt the clowds wax dark and ragyng wynds aryes and tears vpp trees by roetts sutch store a tempest maeks thatt att the clapp lowe caues of earth and highest heauen shaeks warre is nott liek to thys whear baddest warre youe fynd butt peace moer liek a swellinge soer thatt festers sowndest mynd and so bursts owtt in byells in botch or vlcerrs greatt whych vtters by thear smokyng fuem a cuerles inward heatt lett peace gyue place to warre off force hytt must be soe off force the gallantts off this land must needs a warrffaer goe Thoghe stowttnes striue youe se the quarrell is the staetts thatt steps in to thoes bloddy broylls by feyghtt to end debaetts admitt thatt myllions dye and perishe on the playn in pryncys cawse and conttreys ryghtt thear must be thowsandes slayn To hold the enmyes short and maek our manhoed known whoe 's value in our elders dayes a boutt the world was blowen and we wear vyctors cald and feard of forrayn foe whear now transformd to wemens wylls liek carpett knightes we goe O Eangland loek thoue back whatt noble elders did shall strangers braggs boests gyue fear to boldnes god forbyd Thyen honour so wear staynd Than pluck vpp corraeg nowe and waesh away thatt spyetffull spott that blotts thy noble browe To gyue thy soldyors lyeff this boek is nuely maed by oen who c●n for conttreys cause wel vse boeth pen and blaed Accept hys wylling work gyue other corraeg to by fauryng thatt is worthy prayes the lyek off this to doe Thys setts forth many greeffs and sercheth sondry soers not fraemd ●o fawn and flatter world a soldyor that a boers Loek for the lyek in haest from me yf layser wyll and thatt youe pleas to taek in worth the payns of barrayn quyll S. Stronge in the behalf of the Authour IF painfull pilgryme for his toyle deserues a guerdon due In seeking of the sacred sorte which vertue doth pursue Or if the wakeful watche in warre do merit like reward Or cunning pylot that with skill doth take his due regard To cut in twayne the billowes huge that swell in Occean sea And keepes the keele aright his course tyll wished port he wray Then Ritche that rings this larum bell to warne his countreyes thrall And sortes much like the busie bee the hunny from the gall Deserues no lesse in lieu thereof such fruite I reape thereby As for my parte a double prayse I may him not deny The toyle to him no profit yeelds he bites on bitter paine He hales home haruest for the chaffe the reader reapes the graine He giues the sworde and shield in hande to shroud thee from annoy He wisely warnes thee of the worse lest foes might thee destroy He treades thee out a perfect path oh England loude I crye Refuse therefore thy follies past he sees thee goe awrye And leaue of al thy lustfull lyfe and eke thy great excesse Thy dainty fare thy fine array and eke thy wantonnesse Leaue of likewise thy vsance great and leaue thy lawing vaine Lest for the present guyle thereof there happe some future paine Yet God forbid but iustice should in eche thing beare the sway And lawe is good where lawe is vsde I cannot this denay But so your Common lawes are courst at will of euery pelth That common is the woe God knowes but priuate is the wealth Do sorte thy selfe from Comedies and foolish playes of loue Lest tragicall and worse perhaps in fine thee chaunce to proue Take sword in hand and leaue of ease for nowe the tyme is comme The bell is rong the trumpettes sound all arme doth strike the dromme And thanke good Ritch that rings the same to wake thee out of sleepe That thou thy selfe that liuest at peace in safetie still mightst keepe A iewel ritche and gemme of price the same no doubt doth seeme A ritcher gifte for thy behoofe he could not geue I deeme Thomas Lupton in commendation of this worke WHat beter thing then perilles to preuent What danger more then careles still to sleepe Then i st not good in peace for to frequent The thing that vs from force of foes may keepe What harme in heate to make for colde a hoode The Ante prouides in sommer wynters foode Therefore who lothes his losse and countreyes spoyle Let him peruse this booke with griedie mynde Which vtters howe his foe may haue the foyle And eke what hurt through want of skill we finde And thanke thou Riche that giues this larum bell A richer gifte he coulde not