I am a Captain to your Will. You found me Gracious, so shall still, Whilst that my Will is your Design. If that you stick unto my Cause Opposing whom oppose my Laws I am your own, and you are mine. The weary Soule I will refresh And Ease him of his heaviness. Who'le slay a Friend? And save a Foe? Who in my War do take delight, Fight not for prey, but Pray, and Fight Although they slip, I'le mercy show. Then Credit not your Enemy Whose Chiefest daintie is a lie. I will you comfort sweet extend. Behold I am a sun and shield And a sharp sword to win the field. I'l surely Crown you in the End. His murdering Canons which do roare And Engins though as many more Shoot onely aire: no Bullets fly. Unless you dare him with your Crest, And ope to him the naked breast, Small Execution's done thereby. To him that smiteth hip, and thigh, My foes as his: Walks warily, I'le give him Grace: he'st give me praise. Let him whose foot doth hit a Stone Through weakeness, not rebellion Not faint, but think on former dayes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEISURE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE LOCKLESS DOOR by ROBERT FROST THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 24 by OMAR KHAYYAM TEARS by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE THE FOUR ZOAS: NIGHTS THE NINTH by WILLIAM BLAKE THE THEME AND THE PUPPET by LETA GRACE BORLAND ATONEMENT by MARGARET E. BRUNER |