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A31715 The Character of a true Protestant English souldier with that of a doublet-pinking bully-hec, or a cowardly-spirited animal who dares not venture his life in the service of his country. 1689 (1689) Wing C1997; ESTC R43080 3,219 4

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THE CHARACTER Of a True ENGLISH Protestant Souldier With That of a Doublet-Pinking Bully-Hec OR A Cowardly-Spirited ANIMAL Who dares not Venture his LIFE in the Service of his COUNTRY A Souldier however Born is a Gentleman by his Profession and that which undeniably proves him so is that he values his Honour above his Life He is too Jealous of slippery Fame to trust her so long on the ticklish Precipice of a doubtful Succession and therefore with his own merit he either supports the Credit of an Antient Family or lays the Foundation of a new one he thinks it not sufficient to say his Fore-Fathers were Valiant unless himself be so too and would suspect his own Mothers Fidelity did he not find himself in possession of his Fathers Courage The Politician calls the Souldier The Bulwark of a Nation and whilst I behold ours in their ruddy Apparel methinks every one looks like a contributing Brick to those Impregnable Walls for they are Cemented with Loyalty instead of Lime and whilst they stand in defence of their King and Countrey we need not doubt but they will easily undergo the fiercest shock of the most Potent Enemy The Sea and These look like a Tautologie where Illiterate Nature might have spar'd the first since she has been so liberal in the latter They were certainly such Stones as these which like Epicurean's wanton Atoms Danc't to the Jigg at Thebes and by an accidental hit settled there into a VVall as the other into a VVorld However I am confident ours will prove so Flinty a one that they who storm it must strike that Fire which will revert to their own Destruction But not to digress A Souldier is one who as Heaven has given him a Soul so he knows how to use it He is sensible of the difference between Honour and Infamy so that the horrid apprehensions of a base Life drives him from the Fire to the Field where carried on by an undaunted resolution he many times obtains at once the Souldiers three grand Utinams Fame Preferment and Victory whilst others by the silent Rhetorick of an insipid Life seem to make good Charroon's indifferency about Sense and Reason If any man may be compared to the Souldier it is excepting himself the best of Men the Philosopher for they both carry their chiefest Treasures about them Courage and Learning the One current in the Town the Other in the Field The Souldier thinks not himself in want when his Mony fails but when his Spirit fails him and then he knows he cannot suffer long for his death must immediately follow Sterling-Valour is the only Coin that passes in Glory's Forum and he who has that shall be sure either to purchase Dominions or at least the favour of him that rules them As Summer calls the Husband-man so VVar beckons the Souldier into the Field that alone 's his time of Harvest his Sword is his Sickle and out of men cut close down and well thrash'd he maintains both himself and his Family nor is he so prodigal of his dear-bought Reputation as to exhaust it all in his life-time but as one never weary of doing good by a continuance of generous Actions still keeps up the old Stock which ere his Death being put into the safe Repository of some Chronicle or History he afterwards dying bequeaths it as a Legacy to his emulating Successors Of all sights in the World the Back-side of a Coward is most hateful to him he had rather charge the Devil in the Teeth than him in the Posteriors A Flying Foe he looks on as the worst quest he can follow because generally the Game 's not worth the hanging when 't is caught His Courage and Reason have made a Marriage whereof a Succession of Noble Actions are the commendable Issue these like Epaminondas his two Victories he may worthily call his Daughters and need not fear the harsh attacks of Time so long as they shall assuredly live and rescue him from the assaults of Oblivion If his Birth be obscure yet it is his comfort to think that all Families have had a time for their rise and that no Ages have been fruitful in such Productions as those of War wherein the meanest Souldier has sometimes out-stript his General and by a swift Progression in the Race of Honour has at length come to command even his Commander No man is so liable to Advancement as himself He has the whole World for his Scene and 'till all its Inhabitants fall asleep together he need not fear want of Imployment The first day he ●ists himself he bids fair for Preferment and runs as great a hazzard of Knighthood as of Death in every attempt Let him look which way he will he finds no room for Fear for if his time be come he thinks no place so fit to expire in as the Field which is the Bed of Honour but if the Thread of his Life be not yet wound up he knows it lies not in the reach of any Accident to shorten it In the Time of War he looks on the World as reduc'd to a Lottery where he that has the greatest Courage is sure to draw the richest Prize This it is that makes him strut in Rags and rate himself not according to his Habit but his Heart as long as that 's good his Fortune cannot be otherwise so that how low soever he is at present he looks on himself as a Commander in Futuro A Souldier is certainly the best Logician for as he seldom or never disputes but in a good Cause so he generally carries the Conclusion in his Scabboard Like the choicest Physicks his worth may be undervalued during the wanton Interval of a Kingdoms Health but if her Politick Body like our Natural Ones through an excess of Ease and Luxury reel in Sickness 't is he alone is the known Antidote against the Pestilence of Dissention Like Fire he cures by Sympathy driving out one Sword with another and by the extraordinary heat of his own Courage draws out That of his Enemies He holds it next to his Creed That no Coward can be an Honest Man. He knows the hazzard of Battles not the Pomp of Ceremony are the Souldiers best Theatre and looks not on himself indebted to the multitude but to his own Actions for his Glory In short He is One who is deaf to Dangers in whose Ears the Calls of Honour out-roar a Cannon and the Invitations to Glory drown a Demiculverin Next to his KING he is his Countries Guardian and She owes her welfare to his Courage and Conduct Lastly When the Fertility of his Actions have folded him up in Peace he leans his Silver-Head towards the Golden Scepter and dies happily inveloped in his Princes Arms. The Character of a Coward or Bully-Hec BUT a Coward is certainly the shame of his Species He is Human Nature Travestied or the mock man who Munkey-like wou'd undervalue the real one by resembling him His Heart like a Pidgeons Gall lies in his Guts and nothing under a Gallon of Usque-Baugh or Kilderkin of Ale can chace it up to his Stomach He is never Quarrelsom till he is Drunk for then he knows his weakness like a womans is his sure Protection VVhen he is come home he shews his manhood in Swearing at or perhaps fighting with his VVife Maid or Children and when he wakes next morning runs the hazzard of a Consumption in contemplating ●he danger he went by his last Nights Valour Though he is naturally an Epicure yet he often curses the Custom of Eating because there are generally Knives us'd in it and fore-swears drinking out of a Quart-pot because the Mouth of it looks so like the muzzel of a Musket Like silly Children he thinks the whole Firmament is compos'd of Smoak and concludes he can live no where but under that part of it which was compos'd by his own Chimney Like a Fish he breaths his destruction out of his own Element and nothing under a Sub-poena can drag him out of his Native Country His greatest pique against England is that it is an Island and thinks there is danger enough in a Battle beyond Sea without an unnecessary hazarding of ones Life to go to it He had rather be covered with Newgate at home than with a Coat of Male abroad because the Stone is the more sure Defence and is situate in less danger To conclude he is at best but the skin of a man stufft with Cowardice like a Cinamon Tree his Bark is more valuable than his Bulk so hollow-hearted that if he strikes but his hand on his breast it sounds like a Drum and his shirt runs the hazard of a Contamination at the meer apprehension of a War. He looks like one of Prometheus his Images unfir'd like one of Natures Cast-by's whom fearing he should take up anothers room she huddl'd up in a hurry and produc't with such dispatch that the hasty Mid-wife was forc't to pluck out his body with such speed that she left his soul in his Mothers Womb. FINIS With Allowance LONDON Printed by E. W. for J. Gibbs 1689.