None from his fellows starts, When down their bows they threw Arms were from shoulders sent, This while our noble king, And many a deep wound lent, Gloster, that duke so good, With his brave brother; Warwick in blood did wade, Oxford the foe invade, And cruel slaughter made Still as they ran up: Suffolk his axe did ply, Upon Saint Crispin's day Drayton. 331 What pleasure have great princes And fortune's fate not fearing Sing sweet in summer morning? Their dealings plain and rightful, Whose pride is vain and sumptuous. All day their flocks each tendeth; More quiet than who sendeth For lawyers and their pleading, Whence conscience judgeth plainly, O happy who thus liveth! Anonymous. 332 To the Virginian Voyage You brave heroic minds, Go and subdue, Whilst loitering hinds Lurk here at home with shame. Your course securely steer, You need not fear; To whom the golden age But them to defend That long there doth not live. When as the luscious smell Above the seas that flows, In kenning of the shore Let cannons roar, Frighting the wide heaven. And in regions far, Such heroes bring ye forth, As those from whom we came; And plant our name Under that star Not known unto our North And as there plenty grows Of laurel everywhere, You it may see, A poet's brows To crown, that may sing there. |