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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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is iustlie fir'd lesse shall be done Now by a Pope then had beene by a Nun. March on and now at Carentine they are Great Cliffons hands are naild vpon her gates This act shall make her feele th' extreme of war And wronged Cliffons hands shall spin her fates Like a Petar they make her gates to fly And ope a passage to her miserie But Carentine can now no longer hold For guilt is fearefull and the English are Like heards of wolues amidst a fleecie fold Wrong'd fauours turnd to furie will none saue For drams of Cliffons blood whole pounds are shed And hundreds are attonement for his head The walles that would haue garded them shall burne And cause they shard in guilt be razed downe Edward the buildings doth to atomes turne As if he would annihilate the towne For that his corpes they of its rites beguile The towne in flames is Cliffons funerall pile They take in Caen in Normandie and aduance Forward for no controlement yet bids stay Almost to Paris and the heart of France Whilst sword and fire doe vsher them their way Though fire was giuen but for the heate light Yet man can teach this element to fight And now t is tyme to bid the English stand Which is not done by bearding them in fight They tumble downe the bridges and command Th' impetuous stremes to counter check their might Edward must cumbat if he will passe o're Now against water as with fire before But whilst the English are in search to finde Where it is fordable and how they might Gaine to the other side the French diuind By weake coniectures that this stay was flight Thus doe we build assurance on a waue And easily beleeue what wee would haue Weake man the welstord shop of vanities Dreame of a shade and shadow of a dreame Erects presumptions on vncertainties And is in feares or hopes fondly extreme Thoughts airie castles in a breath doe fall And hopes which highest fly flag first of all But long the streame cannot there iourney bound Not with his winding armes the passage keepe On Blanch Laque vpon some the English found A ford which nature had not made so deepe For nature durst not be rebellious To stay whom heau'n would haue victorious Edward was first that entrd on the ford Like to great Philips greater sonne when he Fought against Porus with this mouing word He that doth loue me let him follow me It was a word so forciue that it might Make valour wonders doe and basenes fight Philip sixe thousand foot a thousand horse Sends to the ford whom Godmar lead along To lay a rub before the English course But opposition maketh strength more strong For vertue gathers heate by hauing foes Valour is dull'd and numb'd when none oppose As when the sea hath artificiall bounds And damms haue laid command vpon the waues Not rebellike to ouerrun the grounds More madded with these stops it wildlie raues And valours of that one ey'd Captaines mind 'T will make a passage if it cannot find Furie is not by full resistance tam'd Voyding must ward it he is mad will stay A beare or bull broke loose furie inflam'd Is violent on all that 's in its way What stands before is offerd to the eye In the true nature of an enemie And now S. George The French are mowed downe Like men ripe for the sword the English won The quitted bancke Godmar is ouerthrowne And when no hands to fight hath feet to run And least their armie should too great be thought Leades backe too thousand fewer then he brought The passage is theit owne for Crescey now Which in his mothers right was Edwards owne Crescey is famed for that ouerthrow Where horror in his deepest die was showne To be in view of that which is ones right Would make a heart for lesse than Edwards fight In three Battalias the King drew out His men by valliant commanders leade Wales her young lion in the vangard fought Which like a herse in forme was ordered It were enough to make a coward fly To see this emblem of mortalitie With him was Hare court Warwicke and La ware Beaucham and Bourchier worthies who knew well The vse of hand and head the next troopes are Lead by Northampton Rosse and Arundell Cheifs who like sowles could the dull spirits stir In the chill hart of coldest follower The third Battalia King Edward lead His soldiars might vnder his conduct be Prowd and secure so Mars stood in the head Of his robustious Thracian companie The three Battalias seemd as they did stand The three fork'd thunder in Ioues flaming hand The English armie is clos'd vp behind And barricadod that they cannot flye Their horses tooke away put them in mind That they were there to conquer or to dye 'T is policie to bar the meanes of flight Necessitie will make a coward fight Couragious Edward spurres their valour on And cheeres his sprightfull soldiars where he came His breath did kindle valour where was none And where it found a sparke it made a flame Armies of fearefull hearts will scorne to yeeld If lyons be their Captaines in the field Through all the armie this tenthworthy rid With a white rod in his victorious hand As if to chastise fortune if shee did But dare his vncontrold designes withstand ' Though fooles and cowards at the name do quake The wise and valiant their fortune make The King as strength ioyned with wisedom should Set targets in the front to saue his men From Genoan Crosbowes so wise Rome of old Gaue crownes to them that saued a citisen Offensiue rashnesse she did not commend 'T is the first act of valour to defend Which made the old King of Bohemia say The English marshalling speakes this intent Either to loose their liues or win the day To get a trophie or a monument A soldiar hath two aimes to win or dye A Coward two quickely to win or fly Now Sauois Earle to make the conquest full Brings in a thousand to the enemie To share in his hop'd fortunes and to pull A pinion from the wing of victorie But Amie heere â—is debt to nature paies And weareth Cypresse for triumphant bayes Blacke was the day the Chaos was thus blacke Before 't was said Let there be light the clouds Opend their watrie treasures which did cracke They were so full all is insable shrowds The symptomes of trew griefe were in the spheare As if it meant to be chiefe mourner heere The Sun at first halfe scared with the sight Behind the Moone with halfe his body lies So soone as he was quitted of this fright He shot his beames full on the Frenchmens eyes And 'gainst them let his raies like arrowes fly As if he sided with our archerie Then on a cloud an arch triumphall drew And lookt vpon that watrie lookinglasse That he himselfe might by reflection view Whether his late Eclips had changed his face Or else it was to let the English
sooner giue Valour and mercy are the fixed poles On which the spheare of Edwards honor rowles Kings are Gods pictures and their mercy lend Best life vnto the Peeces clemency And moderation doe best commend Their actions and their fortunes beautifie These glorious lustres are the varnish cast Which makes their acts not onely shine but last Mercy declard vnto a foe doth show W' are cit'zens of this world and would not be Cut off by ferity and le ts men know No sepâ—ratists are in humanity Here we maintaine communion for our hearts Are continents not Iles from other parts King Iohn with humble state is entertaind Not dealt with roughly as an enemy Edward by valour his first conquest gaind And wins a second by his courtesie Base wolues and beares still vrge a yeelding foe Edward's a Lion and he cann't doe soe In midst of triumph here the crier say Remember thou art man to moderate Thy fortune on a steep descent wee stay Our selues and horse thus in a high-raisd state We vse a moderation and begin On fortunes steepe to reine our pnssions in So many pris'ners at this battaile tooke Who did into the armes of mercy yeeld As might haue taken vs at the first looke They seemd enough to win againe the field Saue that these odds did for the English stand One keeper can ten prisoners command So many Noble Lords did write with blood And seale with wounds that France did loue her King As if the Nobles did not thinke it good The commons should their testimonie bring To ratifie that truth themselues will be Th' onely subscribers to this veritie Edward the heau'ns doth humblie gratifie Whose starrs had for him in their courses fought And leade him by the hand to victorie And like sure conuoies through his dangers brought Timotheus thriues not after he denies A share to fortune in his victories Then he bestowes rich larges on his men T' enflame their minds that if they did not loue Vertue for her owne selfe rewards should then Win their loues to her and their dulnesse moue Reward is the great pillar of a state Which doth support as strongly as her fate Then heightens them with commendations praise Is the reflexion doth from vertue rise These faire encomiums doe vertue raise To higher acts to praise is to aduise Telling men what they are we let them see And represent to them what they should be And they were worthy of it Rome ne'r saw An armie yet to which this hoast would yeeld Nor brauer Chiefe than Edward er'e did draw Her powerfull legions into the field Edward shall mate the proudest He of Rome Let Caesars selfe her great dictator come When Rome had conquerd all the world beside Then and but then she durst attempt the Gaules Gaules who before her powers did deride And oft had scourged her at her owne walls Rome neuer durst the stubborne Gaul defie Till she had not another enemie But England had another powerfull foe The hardy Scot to threaten from the North Incursions yet then did Edward goe From home and lead with him an army forth And spight of Oracle a conquest win Which said we should with Scotland first begin Victorious Cesar bed ezperienc'd men Custom'd as well to conquests as to fights Those whom heroicke Wales conducted then Were but meere nouices in Mars his rites New chang'd the whip for sword the share for sheild And Ceres fat for Mars his bloodie field The Gaules indeed were resolute in war Whom Cesar with his legions vanquished Yet were those Gaules inferiour by far Vnto the French for the French conquered The Gaules who could not then themselues defeÌ„d Eue'n when that Rome did them assistance lend Ariouistus with his Germans had The Gaules in slauerie a great allay To the best temperd spirits and had made Factions to take their soueraignetie away Seditions are the rills which at the length Weaken the current and maine streame of strength But now the French were free a setled state And fixt in the obedience to one Lord A King for fame and fortune wondred at Vnder his colours Kings did draw the sword A King for whom one did himselfe bereaue Of rule for loue and one for money leaue Against a state so strong and setled thus Edward durst come with an vnpractisd few The French had more aduantages of vs â—han Cesar of those Gaules he ouerthrew And yet there were more markes of valour madâ— In France by th' English than the Roman blade Then why hath history so copious beene In old Romes strength as if it meant to say Not what should win beliefe but wonder win Thus Alexander left in India So great an armour which should rather be T' amaze than to informe posteritie Mighty third Edward thou didst propagate Strength in thy children though we often see Their seed degen'rous and t is thought a fate The sons of Heroes should a blemish bee Pure was the graine when it at first was sowne But it hath many huskes when it is growne Who hath in vertues Zenith seated beene Swerues farthest in his fall a mighty spright Highly sublim'd is stranger to a meane Nor is it foild in sinne but falls downe right And for the sinnes which such great sires haue don The heau'ns haue oft tooke vengeance on the son And sometime too great men vxorious are So was Themistocles and let their wiues With too indulgent education mar The hoped fortunes of their childrens liues Children like water on a table spilt Are easely drawne into what shape thou wilt But noble Edwards fortitude descends Downe to his sonnes this royall Eagle breeds An airie of true Eaglets not commends Doues to the world a valiant race succeeds This valliant father ne'r could Heros vaunt Of two such mighty sonnes as Wales and Gaunt Now farewell Lords who seeme t' haue thrown despaire VpoÌ„ the world which feares while it shal last It hardly shall be crownd with such a paire For nature lost the moulds where they were cast Or else in making them she spent such store That she hath scarse materialls for more FINIS