Epitaph on Sir John Prowde, An
LIEUTENANT-COLONEL TO SIR CHARLES MORGAN, SLAIN AT THE
SIEGE OF GROLL, AND BURIED AT ZUTPHEN , 1627.
After a march of twenty years and more,
I set me down on Yssel's warlike shore;
There now I lie intrench'd, where none can seize me,
Until an host of angels come to raise me.
War was my mistress, and I courted her
As Semele was by the Thunderer:
The mutual tokens 'twixt us two allow'd
Were bullets wrapt in fire, sent in a cloud;
One I received, which made my pass so far,
That honour laid me in the bed of war.
SIEGE OF GROLL, AND BURIED AT ZUTPHEN , 1627.
After a march of twenty years and more,
I set me down on Yssel's warlike shore;
There now I lie intrench'd, where none can seize me,
Until an host of angels come to raise me.
War was my mistress, and I courted her
As Semele was by the Thunderer:
The mutual tokens 'twixt us two allow'd
Were bullets wrapt in fire, sent in a cloud;
One I received, which made my pass so far,
That honour laid me in the bed of war.
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