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A60115	Archerie reviv'd, or, The bow-man's excellence an heroick poem : being a description of the use and noble vertues of the long-bow in our last age, so famous for the many great and admired victories won by the English, and other warlike nations over most part of the world : exhorting all brave spirits to the banishment of vice, by the use of so noble and healthful an exercise / written by Robert Shotterel and Thomas Durfey ...	Shotterel, Robert.; D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.	1676 (1676)	Wing S3647; ESTC R5622	29,742	102

Excellence-infusing Cherubins And you industrious Yeomen who with toyl Manure the bosom of your fertile Soil Cherish't with growing hopes of future gains When you shall reap the Harvest of your pains Forsake your lov'd Olympian Games a while With which the tedious Minutes you beguile And give the Bow so useful to the Nation When bravely exercis'd your approbation Leave Quoits and Ninepins those Bear-garden Sports And follow shooting often us'd in Courts An Exercise that rather adds to Fame Than any way 't is incident to shame The worth of your Progenitors pursue Whose Loyal Valours often did subdue With their dread Bows and Shafts fierce Enemies Though strengthned with fresh Legions or Surprize No rash intruding bold Antagonist The force of their brave Weapons durst resist But hush 't as Mid-night Dreams deliberate The potent sway of their Superiour Fate If then that Ignorant Age such Knowledge shar'd And of their Archers had such choice regard Knowing no Weapon could such Trophies bring Such Profit to the Land Fame to the King Why should not you Successors to their Fate New Presidents in th' shooting Art create And by your brave Example animate The noble Spirits of your Country-men To rouze and bring up Archerie agen By Action all base slothful Ease debarr That creeping Poyson Vice irregular Let every Village prove the Seat of Warr Whose small Dimensions then need never fear When manly Archers once inhabit there Enrich't with Peace you may possess your own And reap with Joy the Fruit your care has sown Free from Commotions or Dissentions base Whose curst effects do English hearts disgrace And for your pains procure a rich Reward You also still may stand on your own Guard Despising those that Peace and Vertue shun Though Law not suffers you to use a Gun Or if your dwellings e're molested are By Forreign Insolents or Civil Warr Each man that bears a Bow may guard his own And see his rash invader overthrown But such Contentions may I never see Our Bows against an Outland Enemy Would bravest be imploy'd should Archers joyn With our thrice-fam'd Militia and combine United to o'recome some neighb'ring Land What Potent Nation could our Force withstand Our men well arm'd with Guns fierce Bows and Darts Led on by Heaven and steel'd with English hearts Or were our Noble Warriours Excellence Only enacted in our own defence Were our joynt Forces call'd not to command On some brave purpose but to guard the Land Thus aided Female breasts their fear might cease And we in spite of Danger sleep in Peace Peace whose delightful branch would firmly grow Watred by Plenty's stream whose Wealth would flow About our Land and pearly Treafures heap When the delighted Swains the Grain should reap Still free you 'l live from Mischiefs brooding Vice Treading the narrow Path to Paradise Imploy'd by this brave Pastime and atchieve What Vertue craves or Piety can give Your sporting hours pleasantly will fly Refin'd from Ill or curst Impiety Whilst active Vice in Cities ushers harms Couching Perdition in her softest Charms There may you by the Art of shooting prove A matchless Courage sent you from above And when at Targets striving you essay Each with a Shaft to bear the Prize away Piercing it oft indeavouring to hold Your Fortunes high and hit the wish't for Gold You may imagin then what you could do If that six't Object were a living Foe But on this Theme I have too long digrest And th' Profits of the Bow too oft exprest By this prolix Relation yet excuse The now Abortive Issue of my Muse And her affection to this honest Sport Whose worth and innocency seems to court Th' unnerv'd Iuventus thus to exercise An Art sworn Foe to Infamy and Vice My Zeal to th' Nations good in●orces me T' unfold the precious worth of Archerie Prompted by England's Genius to declare A thing so sweet in Peace so fierce in Warr As Manly Shooting th' Ancients chiefest good Whose Vertue then was better understood Than in this drowzie Age where nauseous Ease Our too much pamper'd Natures best does please This by instinct infus'd into my heart And next my knowledge of this Noble Art Flatter'd my daring Muse to take in hand Shooting's applause whose Vertue may command A second Virgil's Phansie to proclaim The Bow 's well merited and matchless Fame And upon this as others have of late Essai'd their Wits and benefits of Fate I though the meanest of a thousand men Something have writ though with a ruder Pen. Thou then the happy Genius of this Age Break through these gloomy Clouds that do presage Ill to the Realm and let thy Influence Infuse in all the useful Excellence Of Bows and Shafts rouze thy refulgent head And it's fam'd Vertue through the Nation spread Search with thy All-discerning Eye the Cave Where Treason broods destruction to the Brave And then declare the Bow can best defend The barb'rous deeds proud Rebels did intend Display its worth and like distilling Dews Into their Souls its influence infuse That charm'd with knowledge of so brave an Art They may to all its unmatch't worth impart Stile it a Good useful in Peace and War In Pastime priz'd in Battel singular It ushers Health and strugling Vice confines Whose Smiles Eternal Misery designs Drawing a Model whereby all may Scan The blest Effigies of a Vertuousman Pure and Immaculate as when at first His Infancy in Innocence was nurst Rise from your hateful Couches therefore you That in a Sea of Vice your Souls imbrew That destitute of Reason to prevent A nauseous Destiny too evident Run headlong to Perdition now take hold Of my untwisted Clew and be not sold For a short pleasing Dream to endless Woes Learn to be good and Exercise with Bows Your happy Strength and by that use create A Blessing useful just and fortunate Let the Infectious that have long been nurst In black and horrid Vice whose Souls accurst By Heaven for some Enormance first repair Their vicious Life by uncorrupted pray'r And next confine themselves to shooting well So may they stifle Passions that rebel Since 't is an Art allied to Honesty Where Vertue Fame and Magnanimity Combine to show its precious Excellence Unbounded Worth and heavenly Innocence The VVeeds of Vice thereby are rooted out Nor need the generous Undertaker doubt The Justice of his Actions since this Art Nothing but VVorth and Vertue can impart No Execrations forg'd in gloomy Stix Shall here have vent nor any Hereticks VVedded to Sin with Archers e're combine Nor taste the dulcid Pleasures of their Vine Unless unblinded by blest Heaven to see The loathed Scene of their Impiety The Antients us'd it both for Exercise And a Defence against their Enemies For Sport in Peace but for great Deeds in Warr VVhos 's then priz'd worth was known so singular That Children taught by Nature to suppose The worth of Archerie would cry for Bows And though the dull and drowzy World has since That blooming Age

where that Nation that when Bow-men came Grac't by the English Cross fear'd not too late The dreadful Omens of ensuing Fate 'T was then a Nation full of pleasing Charms England fam'd Mistress both of Arts and Arms Was Europe's Treasure stil'd the Heavenly Seat Where Honour and Immac'late Vertue met No Exercise like shooting was then priz'd The prudent Father would his Son advise To use the Bow assur'd no Weapon shou'd Prove half so useful for the Publick Good As that being light and easie to reverse In Action brave in Execution fierce Whose Force had like the uncontrolled will Of Heaven the power who e're it struck to kill Or as the dreadful Thunder from above Thrown by the Death-commanding hand of Iove Kills where it touches whose dread sorce divides Sky-kissing Cedars rends the Marble sides Of some great Rock whose strength has long withstood The raging Winds and Deluge-threatning Flood Ne're ceasing till it shroud its dreadful head Ten Fathoms deep in Natures Earthy bed So flies a Shaft as swiftly to bequeath The fatal Legacy of conqu'ring Death To the two bold Opposer whose proud Power Sinks with his liveless Trunk and is no more The use of Guns 't is granted has of late Been thought and prov'd chief Minister of Fate The murd'ring Cannon with its thundring breath In many dreadful fights has usher'd Death With speed and violence and Musquets have Pregnant with shot sent thousands to the Grave Within whose noble hearts fear never bred Yet fell as Victims to the fatal Lead And though it be successful and secure Dreadful in Warr and able to endure The strongest charge yet if compar'd to th'Bow It s high exalted Fame will nothing show Not but Death flies as certain from that Fire As from the Bow and Shaft we so admire But 't is impossible it e're should own By its weak single power a Fam'd renown So nobly splendid as our Archerie Could gain commixt with Magnanimity But if with shooting us'd 't would nobly show A power which never any could out-do By fight or single Force a dear-bought prize Which the succeeding Age would canonize Draw out a Band of Archers to the Field Brave Spirits train'd in Warr with courage steel'd Whose influence was bred and nourish't grows In 〈◊〉 brute bosoms whose well temper'd Bows Dismiss the Steel-tipt Messengers whilst Fame By Shouts applauds the Shooters skilful aim And see with wonder that undaunted force Which the dread rage of Death could ne're divorce See those that at pale Terrours face scorn e're to shrink That still encourag'd boldly stand on dangers brink With daring Breasts six't Eyes and Arms displaid Drawing out Shafts three quarters long to th' head Mark with a curious Eye the wretchedness And fears a Coward 's caution doth express And next the Archers noble Actions Eye Each Face this Motto bearing We defie And then declare the most unequal wrong Done to the Bow its Praise deferr'd so long The Archers power above all in Warr Is never to be question'd since they are A sort of skilful Undertakers young ' wedded to Arms and Honour Valiant Strong The Art of shooting was their Infant sport By which in Troops they daily did resort By which they gain'd helth strength fame courage skill Hearts to love vertuous deeds and banish ill No Impotents diseas'd can ever know The worth and matchless vertues of the Bow Archers must strong and healthful prove and Just Not weakned with bad Wine soft Ease and Lust But alwaies fit to entertain a Foe And by brave Deeds the worth of shooting show Had that too studious Chymist that first brought Into the World his fatal Guns but sought The use of Bows to grace what he design'd Should be a matchless Weapon for Mankind It might be granted that united Power Treason nor Rust of Time could ne're devoure But since it is abus'd and common grown The glorious Palm to Archers must be thrown Whose noble hearts all pannick fears disown Yet must not my affection to the Bow Like a great Torrent Reason overflow There doubtless are some men that fight with Guns Of an approved valour th' noble Sons Of Heaven born Honour that dare stake their Blood And dearest Vitals for their Countrie 's good And in that Cause think it a bliss to bleed Else 't were a miserable Age indeed But with a general Eye survey a Troop Each smiling face with th' many there that droop And 'mongst five hundred fifty scarce shall bear A Martial Spirit bold and fit for Warr. But in a Band of Noble Archers all The matchless Sons of Valour I dare call And prove it true since still inur'd to shoot Which Manly Pastime the weak trembling fruit Of Cowards ne're durst follow but possest By sturdy Bow-men whose fam'd strength encreast By daily Exercise nay 't has been found By such whose Intellects have been unsound Using the healthful Art Distempers fled And Strength and Courage through the Body spread A flowing lively warmth possest each Vein And sprightly Health banish't Disease and Pain A wholsome Pastime which all Sports exceeds And he that shooting loves no Physick needs A noble Archer his own Doctor is And soars above the reach of rank Disease Agues or lazy Feavers are for those That cherish the repute of Guns not Bows England was once the Seat of Archerie Parent of Honour Magnanimity And o're all Nations bore Supremacy For Arts and Arms her daring Archers then Durst charge a numerous Host of Warlike men Without respect to numbers death or fate Cherish't with hopes of being fortunate By their precedent Conquests which did grow As if they were entail'd to grace the Bow That Weapon being easie to be born Of exc'lent Nature and by Valour worn Besides the speed with which brave Archers make Their fame is such that I dare undertake To shoot ten Shafts well aim'd and carried on In Battel e're you twice can charge a Gun What then can be inserted to proclaim That Weapon's worth before the Bow what Fame Can be allow'd to that which Archers have Not by their Valours won If to be brave Valiant and fort'nate be a blessing prov'd By those that Warr and Acts of Honour lov'd The Bow may make as great and powerful claim As any Weapon incident to Fame Why then should that which only has of late Been us'd in England's Battels now create Oblivion in the best of Weapons use That in our pristine Ages did produce Such glorious Spoils Or why should Guns that owe No worth but what 's adherent to the Bow Be more esteem'd It only do's express This Age's Vices more it 's Vertue less Than what by th' honour'd Ancient was possest Great Charles of blest eterniz'd memory Celestial Heaven's unmatch't Epitome So lov'd this Art of shooting that even he The charms of other Sports would oft resist To be a Partner in the Archers List. And can we soar at greater Excellence Then prizing Arts lov'd by so wise a Prince Whose greatest

Crime was too much Clemency Can England e're forget her Archery And give t'an upstart power precedency No like the Phoenix from old ashes sprung Wee 'l give the Bow new life once more make young This Art and once more be renown'd and strong Wee 'l once more tear Hell's dreadful Banner down And bravely arm'd the Front of Vertue crown Our conquest win by Valour not relate Our good or ill Success the Gifts of Fate But by our Deeds which must be fortunate Gain'd and archiev'd since trembling Destiny In Archers meets too strong an Enemy Therefore if England would victorious prove The Spawn of Vice and Cowardise remove If as it heretofore has been the Seat Of Fame it would those Glories past repeat And like a Taper late extinct Connive At Vices past and from a Spark revive A precious Fire that out-shines the Sun And proves a Phaebus in Fame's Horizon To light the wandring Hero to a place Where th'Souls of Archers Heaven's bright Palace grace If as some Jewel of unvalued worth We once more would give glorious Lustre birth And Dignify with its past proper stile The World's Exchequer this most happy Isle Let us call back lost Archerie agen And with it's matchless worth possess our men Let Gunners with our Archers now joyn hands And both in Power combining share Commands And then the Land invincible will be From all Attempts or Forreign policy Rash Undertakers may return with loss And curse that Fortune that complies with us Whilst we triumphant o're the World may spread Well arm'd with fatal Bows and hissing Lead Our vast united powers the World will awe And to our aid fresh numbers daily draw The ambitious French and stubborn Turk will fear Afresh that fatal power that did appear In our last Age so dreadful who o'recome With pannick doubts scarce think they 'r safe at home Regions remote our Forces will admire And with large Sums our Archers strive to hire Honour will triumph Valour walk in state And Wealth with Piety participate Soft-finger'd Peace and bounteous Plenty here VVill bless and smile upon us all the year Nor can we ever fear our Forreign Foes Our Frontiers guarded well with Guns and Bows VVhose strong contracted Power would dare Alarms And Conquest win though Hell rose up in Arms. The Bow and Pike hath also been approv'd By such as Arms and Acts of Honour lov'd And often has been found most excellent Either to act a purpose or prevent From farr use Bows but Pikes when near at hand The beguil'd Horsinens thoughts may countermand And many that long idle stood may be Imploy'd and prove main helps to Victory Bow fix't to th' Pike will execution do As well as single and as bravely too The Shaft being no way hindred nor its power Oppos'd but rather is augmented more My Genius is to barren too express A benefit which prudent Heads might guess Better than I relate and though the Fame Attending Archerie deserves a Name Greater than VVit can attribute to grace An art that doth all other Arts surpass Yet this to call it the illustrious prize Of an eterniz'd Honour shall suffice And writ in lasting leaves of Brass remain Till this vast Globe to Chaos turns again The Golden Age shall once more be renew'd And the accursed Brood of Vice subdu'd Whilst Vertue triumphs as the chiefest good Treason her blunted Weapon shall lay by And bright Astrea once more leave the Sky To take her dwelling 'mongst the Sons of Men. Our bed-rid Power shall grow strong agen And arm'd with fierce and double Power despise The Plots of our ambitious Enemies In vain remote Possessors shall design To suck the sweetness of our English Vine Whilst our Hesperia's precious golden Fruit Is watch't by Dragons viz. brave Men that shoot Let 'em revive Alcides and then know The use and matchless power of his Bow Ere they gain hopes of England's overthrow And then perhaps as Impotent as ere Assaulting Warriours that ne're knew to fear Each Archer proving an Alcides here Therefore to you most honoured Patriots now Prostrate to Earth my Muse does humbly bow You that your Nations fam'd Militia sway And your known Valours o're the World display By glorious Deeds whose Magnanimity Guarded by Honour from your Infancy Gave early hopes of future Gallantry You whose brave thirst of Glory has been known In Forreign Climes and to Opposers shown Bateless and noble You whose Valours have Dar'd Death to 's Face courted a gloomy Grave Your Country's Fame immaculate to save And like obstreperous Thunder terrifi'd With your dread Fames the rash Insulters pride To you the Souls of Honour I appeal To further my Intentions and reveal A Good to this forgetful Age that may Flourish when we lye mixt with common Clay You that have power to do things great and good Whose Actions should be Noble as your Blood Cannot advance the Nation 's profit more Than England's best of Weapons to restore To its first Dignity nor act a thing More bravely beneficial to the King Than the reviving of old Archerie To its pristine Estate Posterity Will bless your Memories when they shall read Your noble Wills that benefit decreed For th' Nations good whose powerful interest The nearest Mansions of your hearts possest And crown'd with Loyalty and Faith recall'd a Vertue long by scorching Vice exhal'd From th' English hearts but now reviv'd agen Sent from above t'incourage valiant men And next to you blind Fortune's wealthy Heirs That fenc't about with Riches banish cares For the Realm's good that never could express A harm you felt till too much idleness Usher'd a fierce Disease first learn to shoot And on this Theme of Archerie dispute And doing so you will not only bind All generous Spirits to applaud but find A dulcid Health and growing Courage seize Your Nerves infected late through too much Ease The Bow renew'd once more in England raise And merit by that Act a Wreath of Bayes Stil'd Patrons of your Country live ador'd By faithful Subjects that can ne're afford Applause to more Deservings nor partake Of greater Blessings than that Grant can make To fertile Britain lend your potent aid To plant an Art through want of use decay'd Amongst our Natives though of greater worth Than that which first gave glorious Conquest birth And Fame when dead your Monuments will crown With everlasting Trophies your renown Will charm each Breast whilst every gazer on Pays watry Tribute to the Marble Stone For loss of those whose vertues did create A Blessing known so useful to the State And whilst you hear inhabit daily Prayers For your long Life will still assault your Ears The Vertuous and the Loyal will allow No Wreath but what shall flourish on your Brow Which to their Benefactors paid must prove Th' undoubted sign of their united love Think what a precious benefit 't will bring To happy England from whose use will spring Honour and Honesty the glorious Twins Of