IDENTILIN$$ X014070| Trans. Philobiblon Society| ff. | pp. 17-19.\E:GAS\x\07-28-98\ pr:GAS\x\07-28-88
014.070.HE1 LOVE'S WAR.
014.070.001 TILL I have peace with thee, war other men--
014.070.002 And when I have peace, can I leave thee then?
014.070.003 All other wars are scrupulous, only thou,
014.070.004 O fair free city, mayest thyself allow
014.070.005 To any one.  In Flanders who can tell
014.070.006 Whether the master press, or men rebel?
014.070.007 Only we know, that which all idiots say,
014.070.008 They bear most blows who come to part the fray.
014.070.009 France, in her lunatic guidings, did hate
014.070.010 Ever our men, yea and our God of late;
014.070.011 Yet she relies upon our angels well,
014.070.012 Which ne'er return, no more than they which fell.
014.070.013 Sick Ireland is with straying war possest,
014.070.014 Like to an ague, now raging, now at rest,
014.070.015 Which time must cure; yet it must do her good
014.070.016 If she were purged and her dead vein let blood.
014.070.017 And Midas' joys our Spanish journeys give,
014.070.018 We touch all gold, but find no food to live:
014.070.019 And I should be in the hot parching clime
014.070.020 To dust and ashes turned before my time.
014.070.021 To mew me in a ship is to enthrall
014.070.022 Me in a prison that were like to fall,
014.070.023 Or in a cloister, save that there men dwell
014.070.024 In a calm Heaven, here in a swaggering Hell.
014.070.025 Long voyages are long consumptions,
014.070.026 And ships are carts for executions;
014.070.027 Yea! they are deaths; is't not all one to fly
014.070.028 Into another world, as 'tis to die?
014.070.029 Here let me war, in these arms let me lie,
014.070.030 Here let me parley, batter, bleed, and die.
014.070.031 Thy arms imprison me, and my arms thee
014.070.032 Thy heart thy ransom is, take mine for me.
014.070.033 Other men war that they their rest may gain,
014.070.034 But we will rest that we may fight again.
014.070.035 Those wars the ignorant, these th' experienced love;
014.070.036 There we are always under, here above.
014.070.037 These engines far off breed a just true fear,
014.070.038 Near thrusts, pikes, stabs, yea bullets hurt not here.
014.070.039 There lies are wrongs, here safe uprightly lie,
014.070.040 There men kill men, we'll make one bye and bye.
014.070.041 Thou nothing, I not half so much shall do
014.070.042 In these wars as they may which from us two
014.070.043 Shall spring.  Thousands we see which travel not
014.070.044 To wars, but stay, swords arms and shot
014.070.045 To make at home; and shall not we do then
014.070.046 More glorious service, staying to make men?
014.070.0SS om
014.070.0$$ Simeon had H8, TM1, and Swanley vol.  This prob. from Swanley (cf. ll. 18 & 44--not from H8