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Pills to Purge Melancholy.
What Heart of Flint but must relent,
Like Wax before the Sun :
To see their Glory at an end,
E'er yet it was begun.
Whenas our General found your Grace,
Wou'd needs begin to Fight :
As thinking it wou'd please the Boys,
To see so fine a Sight.
He straightway sent them to the Top
Of yonder Church's Spire ;
Where they might see, and yet be safe
From Swords and Guns, and Fire.
But first he took them by the Hand,
And kiss'd them e'er they went ;
Whilst Tears stood in their little Eyes,
As if they knew th' Event.
Then said, he would with Speed return,
Soon as the Fight was done ;
But when he saw his Men give Ground,
Away he basely run,
And left these Children all alone,
As Babes wanting Relief ;
And long they wandred up and down,
No Hopes to chear their Grief.
Thus Hand in Hand they walk'd, 'till
At last this Wood they spy'd ;
And when they saw the Night grow dark,
They here lay down and cry'd.
At this the Duke was inly mov'd,
His Breast soft Pity beat ;
And so he straightway ordered
His Men for to Retreat.
And