Classic Poem

L OUERS : harke! an alarum is sounding: now loue cryes;
who-soe feares, or in ffaintnesse abounding, will surprise.
O then, on! charge them home! if you delay yo u r time,
yo u r hopes will ffaile;
these ffair ffoes yeelding lookes doe bewray their harts
as yo u rs, more then their owne.

If they striue, itts a tricke ffor a triull who is most bold.
No braue man ffor a silly denyall will grow cold;
None but ffooles fflinch ffor noe when a I by nois ment
in louing scance;
On then, & charge them home! p er chance you may soe put them
ffrom their ffence.

Downe, Downe w i th them! o, how the tremble for th e crye!
what, for feare? no! no! no! they dissemble; they know why.
Quickly woone, Quickly lost, the delight of life is lost,
p ro cured w i th paines.
These respects makes them bold to fight, to Cry, to dye,
to liue againe.