Tixall Poetry.
13
To
Cononell Plater,
upon His Easterne Voyage.
Now that the Thracean moones have left ther waine
Of peace, increasing up to warr againe,
Threatning (at full) an universall floud,
And swelling tyde with us of Christian blond;
Now every rustick hind, and every boore,
Forgoes his spade, and takes him to his oare;
Forsakes his teame, and getts the sterne in hand,
And plowes at sea, that us'd to steer at land.
Now every shepheard, every reaper dare
Turne hooke and sickle to a semitar.
Now every foolish janizary braggs
To cutt his painted turbants into flaggs,
Of peace, increasing up to warr againe,
Threatning (at full) an universall floud,
And swelling tyde with us of Christian blond;
Now every rustick hind, and every boore,
Forgoes his spade, and takes him to his oare;
Forsakes his teame, and getts the sterne in hand,
And plowes at sea, that us'd to steer at land.
Now every shepheard, every reaper dare
Turne hooke and sickle to a semitar.
Now every foolish janizary braggs
To cutt his painted turbants into flaggs,
