Classic Poem

With Herald skill you seeme t'adorne your worth,
In that you blazon , and to life set forth,
Leaving behinde you a dread character,
Lively imprinting dreadfall signes of warre ,
In sound of Trumpet, causing men to wonder,
A mazing them, when as they heare the thunder,
Made by the noyse of drumme when it doth rattle,

Betokening all's at hand to goe to battell.
Rending the Aire then with the Ordance roare,
And so producing still amazement more;
Beames of the Ensignes then bravely displayed,
Advanc'd with Souldiers not to be dismayed:
Zealously stirred up with stomacks hoe,
One force unto the other now hath goe:
Now blazon warly beame , you doe see right,
Each one that sees you, thinks that you will fight.