Epitaphes, epigrams, songs and sonets with a discourse of the friendly affections of Tymetes to Pyndara his ladie. Newly corrected with additions, and set out by George Turbervile Gentleman.

A comparison of the Louers estate with the Souldiars paine∣full lyfe.

JF Souldiers may for seruice done, and labours long sustainde,

For wearie watch, and perils past, and armes with armour painde: For push of Pike, for Holbers stroke, for standing in the frunt, If they expect rewarde (I say) for byding battayles brunt: Then what shall Cupids Captaines craue, what recompence desire, That warde the day, and wake the night consumde with fretting fire? No roome of rest, no time of truce, no pleading for a peace: When Cupid sounds his warlike Trumpe, the fight will neuer cease. First shall you sée the shiuering shafts and vewe the thirled darts Which from their eies they cast by course to pierce their enmies harts. But if the Foe doe stande aloofe, (as is the Louers guise) Then Canons with their cruell cracks as thick as thunder flies. Swéete wordes in place of powder stande by force which think to win, That louing lookes of late had lost when fight did first begin. But on the breast to beare the brunt and kéepe them from the hart,

A sure and priuie cote is worne repelling pellats smart. They stop their eares against the sound, which is the surest shielde Against the dreadfull shot of wordes that thousandes had beguilde. But when Cupidians flatly sée nor gunne, nor Bowe preuaile, They then begin their friendly foes with other fight tassaile. Then set the daskardes dreade aside, and to the walles they run, As though they woulde subdue the Forte or ere the fight begun. Forthwith the scaling Ladders come, and to the walles are set, Then sighes and sobs begin to clime, but they are quickly met. Thus Cupid and his Souldiers all the sharpe repulse sustaine: Whome Beauty batters from the walles whose Captaine is Disdaine. When all are gone and yéeld it lost, comes Hope and whote Desire, To sée where they can haue the hap to set the Forte afire. But nought preuailes their lingring fight, they can not Beautie win:

Yet doe they skirmish still behinde in hope to enter in. At length when Beautie doth perceyue those Souldiers are so true, That they will neuer from the walles till they the holde subdue: She calles to Pittie for the keyes and bids hir let them in: In hope they will be true to hir as they to Loue had bin. The gates no sooner are vnlockt, but souldiers all retire: And enter into Beauties Forte with Hope and hote Desire. Now iudge by this that I haue saide of these two fightes aright, Which is the greatest toyle of both when warlike Tents are pight. For Mars his men sometime haue ease, and from their battaile blin: But Cupids souldiers euer serue till they Dame Beautie win.