The Cavalier's Farewell To His Mistress, Being Called ToThe Wars

Fair Fidelia, tempt no more, I may no more Thy deity adore Nor offer to thy shrine, I serve one more divine And farr more great than you: I must goe, Lest the foe Gaine the cause And win the day. Let's march bravely on, Charge ym in the van, Our cause God's is, Though their odds is Ten to one.

2. Tempt no more, I may not yeeld Altho' thine eyes A kingdome may surprize: Leave off thy wanton toiles, The high-borne Prince of Wales Is mounted in the field, Where the royall gentry flocke. Though alone Nobly borne Of a ne're decaying stocke. Cavaliers, be bold, Bravely keep your hold, He that loyters Is by traytors Bought and sold.

3. One kisse more, and then farewell; Oh no, no more, I prithee give me o'er, - Why cloudest thou thy beames? I see by these extreames A woman's heaven or hell. Pray the King may have his owne, And the Queen May be seen With her babes on England's throne. Rally up your men, One shall vanquish ten, Victory, we Come to try thee Once agen.