In noble deeds our valiant fathers shone
We'le shine in all their glory's & our own
So Or---d does & O---d Leads us on
Thus say ye Gallant youth who bravely dare
Not to expecttis moreto meet the warr
Ye Men of pleasure be like these, awake,
Your Country calls consider whats at stake
our wealths decaying while our trading stands
& Europes Ballance shakes within our hands
This is a Cause thats greater nobler farr
then wanton loves on beds of feathers are
Abroad your wounds meet plunder & renown
While infamy pursues your Jarrs in town
Where the whole acts a breach upon ye laws
perhaps a stew ye scene a whore ye cause
If here at home you stay & rack your brains
to find out fashions then to dress with pains
Vain is the humour, Idle the expence
The garb appears Phantastick which we see
Before 'tis grown familiar to the eye
& when it is then half its beauty's dy
If you would stay that Lady's shoud not want
A gay Mirtillo for a smooth Courant
Alas you need not speak to show your soul
Your bounds Coupees & sinks betray the fool
Men find a jest in evry diffrent step
for postures are the buisness of an ape
In short if you woud stay at home to run
thro' all the lawless pleasures of the town
How vile the means how guilty is the end
How many troubles your designs attend
You live a life that merits infamy
& live to be forgotten when you dy
For shame arise & in this cause appear
It is not for our selves alone we're here
Your country Justly claims her share in you
& honour does her rightfull claim allow
Honour a courage still imployd in good
Unshockd by passions & above the croud
the soul in this Heroick beauty deckt
Stands over these triumphant & erect
Dares for its country any fate defy
& mounts a brave deserver of the sky
Some men of pleasure have been drawn so farr
by such like reasons as to think on warr
Straight in a heat their Horses they provide
& to the Ile of wight like warriors ride
before them pistolls placd & swords aside
but with what arms the mock campaign is made
With inlaid pistolls & a guilded blade
Thus at a distance each the foe defy's
Who fears to meet a toil or leave a bliss
But for the ending of their great design
they light they see his grace in publick dine
they view the ships they talk among the men
& when a gale blows fair are gone again
the world believd they nobly did intend
their Country by their going to defend
& now it wonders at the trifling end
Some Indians thus the town a gazing ore
Saw a white vizard hanging at a door
& wonderd at the fighting face it wore
But that soon turning with the change of wind
They wonderd more the counterfeit to find
So like a man before & nought behind.
