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The fifth muse
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With roulling eyes they looke, and hand in side
Throwing their noses, snuffe, and with great pride
Selflooking set their brawnes, themselves admire
And doubting at their own hearts closely speare
If it be they; thus wondering do they pause
A prettie while, anone they quickly loose
With swifter pace; and turning round, they move
If there be any gazer to approve
Their great conceat; thus, inly fil'd with glie,
They wish their wife or mistres might them see:
Scorning Alcides, they his strength would try,
And in their braine the World they do defie.
With such brave thoughts they throng in through the port
Thinking the play of Fortune bairnely sport,
And as proud peacocks with their plumes do prank
Alongst the bridge they merche in battell rank,
Till they came to the gate with yron hands,
Hard by where yet our Ladies chappell stands,
Thinking to break these bars it made some hover,
Too strong they were, therefore some did leap over,
Some crept below, thus many passe in by them,
And in their high conceat they do defie them.
Forwards within the town a space they go,
The passage then was strait, as well ye know,
Made by a wall, having gain'd so much ground
They can exult: Incontinent did sound[1]
A trumpet from a watchtowre; then they start,
And all their bloud doth strike into their heart;
A wondrous change! even now the bravest fellows
In their own fansies glasse, who came to quaile us
Throwing their noses, snuffe, and with great pride
Selflooking set their brawnes, themselves admire
And doubting at their own hearts closely speare
If it be they; thus wondering do they pause
A prettie while, anone they quickly loose
With swifter pace; and turning round, they move
If there be any gazer to approve
Their great conceat; thus, inly fil'd with glie,
They wish their wife or mistres might them see:
Scorning Alcides, they his strength would try,
And in their braine the World they do defie.
With such brave thoughts they throng in through the port
Thinking the play of Fortune bairnely sport,
And as proud peacocks with their plumes do prank
Alongst the bridge they merche in battell rank,
Till they came to the gate with yron hands,
Hard by where yet our Ladies chappell stands,
Thinking to break these bars it made some hover,
Too strong they were, therefore some did leap over,
Some crept below, thus many passe in by them,
And in their high conceat they do defie them.
Forwards within the town a space they go,
The passage then was strait, as well ye know,
Made by a wall, having gain'd so much ground
They can exult: Incontinent did sound[1]
A trumpet from a watchtowre; then they start,
And all their bloud doth strike into their heart;
A wondrous change! even now the bravest fellows
In their own fansies glasse, who came to quaile us
- ↑ The enemie fleeth.