LAZARUS

Leave, leave, these factions; cease these Mutinies Hark their Drums take advantage of these stir Let us oppose our strength against our foe! And in our Camp let not one soldier be, Who will not find and strike his Enemies. See, see, the ruins of our goodly Walls, Our Cities smoke hinders the sighed of heaven: The conqueror yet amazed measures ou our Towns With eyes of terror, and does scarce believe He hath overcome us; yet among these fires, Our dead men are denied their funeral flames: And those infectious Carka ses do perform, A second murder on the rest that live! And all the hope of safety that we have, Is now to fix our flattering lips at's feet: Mercy (perhaps) may wearied slaughter meet. Come Cobelitz, amongst those demolished ston S We'll fit as Hecub , at those Troy n Walls: Our tears shall be false glasses to our eyes: Through these we'll look, and think we yet may see Our stately Pinnacles, and strong founded holds; That which one hour can dilapidate, One age can scarce repair. What course now Cobelitz, must we still be yoke To misery, and murder? We scarce have room, Upon our bodies to receive more wounds, And must we still oppose our selves to more? I (Captain) I! they that furnished thee With sentences of comfort, never saw, Their Cities burned, their C untries desolate! It's easy for Physicians for to tell Advice to others, when themselves are well! Soldiers stand to it! though fortune bandy at's Let's stand her shocks, Like sturdy Rockesith' Sea. On which the angry foaming Billows Beatrice, With frivolous rush: and break themselves, not that m; Stand Like the dainted countenance oth' sky, Or, Like the Sun, which when the foolish King Thought to obscure with a Cloud of Darts, Out looked them all, our lives are all enchanted, And more I vulnerate than Thetis son. We shall have hands snd weapons, if the stone, Of fortune glide from under our weak feet, And we must fallen: yet, let all Christians say, It's she, and not the cause, that wins the day. We must believe Heaven hath a greater care Of them, whom fortune does so oft out dare! Whither ( Bulgaria ) whither must we fly? The Butcherous Tur e is at hand. Blessed Sanctity If thou didst ere guard goodness, wall our towers? Bring strength into our Nerves! For in thy cause Our Breasts upon their Rapiers we will run; We'll with just hope the tyrants rage, Meet him in the face, fury will de us arms: There is a power can guard us from a l harms. ( Cobelitz ) must we still wade thus deep In blood and terror. Treason the next man that speaks or strikes a blow Here set we down our miserable load, Oh with whom is't that we fight? With Lydia Lyons, and Hyrcania Bears; Which grind us daily in their ravenous to that? The Tyrant (as it were dest uctions Enginere) Help Nature to destroy the world's frame quickly,