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B05902
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The soldiers fortune: or The taking of Mardike.
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1680-1685?
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Wing S4424; Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[94]; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[431]
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The Soldiers Fortune OR The Taking of MARDIKE Mardike VVHen first Mardike was made a Prey 'T was Courage that carry'd the Fort away Then do not lose your Valors Prize By gazing on your Mistress Eyes But put off your Petticoat-Parley Dotting and sotting laughing and quaffing Canary Will make a good Soldier miscarry And never Travel for true Renown Then turn to your Martial Mistriss Fair Minerva the Soldiers Sister is Rallying sallying with gashing slashing of Wounds Sir With turning and burning of Towns Sir Is a high step to a great Mans Throne Let bold Bellona's Brewer frown And his Tun shall overflow the Town And give the Cobler Sword and Fate And a Tinker may trappan the State Such fortunate Foes as these be Turn'd the Crown to a Cross at Naseby Father and Mother and Sister Brother confounded And many a good Family wounded By a terrible turn of Fate He that can kill a Man thunder and plunder the town sir And pull his Enemies down Sir In time may be an Officer great It is the Sword do's order all Makes Peasants rise and Princes fall All Syllogisms in vain are spilt No Logick like a Basket-Hilt It handles 'em joynt by joynt Sir Quilling drilling and spilling and killing profoundly Vntill the Disputers on Ground lye And have never a word to say Vnless it be quarter quarter truth is confuted by a Carter By stripping nipping ripping and quipping Evasions Doth Conquer a power of Perswasions Aristotle hath lost the Day The Musket hears so great a Force To Learning it has no remorse The Priest the Lay-man and the Lord Find no distinction from the Sword Tan-tarra Tan-tarra the Trumpet Has blown away Babylon's Strumpet Now the Walls begin to crack The Counsellors are struck dumb too By the Parchment upon the Drum too Dub-a-dub dub-a-dub dub-a-dub dub-a-dub an Alarum Each Corporal now can outdare'um Learned Littleton goes to rack Then since the Sword so bright doth shine We 'll leave our Wenches and our Wine And follow Mars where ere he runs And turn our Pots and Pipes to Guns The Bottles shall be Granadoes We 'll bounce about the Bravadoes By huffing and puffing and snuffing and cuffing the French Boys Whose Brows has been dy'd in a Trench Boys Well got Fame is a Warrier's Wife The Drawer shall be the Drummer We 'll be Collonels all next Summer By hilting and tilting and pointing and joynting like brave Boys We shall have Gold or a Grave Boys And there 's an end of a Soldiers Life FINIS Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in Pye-Corner