William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
The Soldier Going to the FieldSir William Davenant (16061668)
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To purify the air;
Thy tears to thread, instead of pearl,
On bracelets of thy hair.
And wakes the louder drum,
Expense of grief gains no remorse,
When sorrow should be dumb.
Will hide her drowsy head;
And, for the sport of kings, increase
The number of the dead.
Can I in war delight,
Who, being of my heart bereft
Can have no heart to fight?
Ordained a thief should pay,
To quit him of his theft, sevenfold
What he had stolen away.
O then with speed resign
My own seducèd heart to me,
Accompanied with thine.