Taught by my Woes, to succour the distrest. - John Ogilby

Loud Threatnings make men stubborn, but kind Words
Pierce gentle Breasts sooner than sharpest Swords.

Why prattle we like children at their play,
Spending thus idle breath, enough to freight
An able vessel of the primer rate?
Our tongues are voluble, and store of words
Invention on all arguments affords,
Scatter'd on fresh occasions here and there,
And what thou say'st thou shalt from others hear.
Let us no longer vainly thus contend,
Like fenceless women, railing to no end.

Arm, arm, bring Arms, the last day bids us go;
Dear Countreymen, let's once more charge the Foe;
Let us renew the Fight, on bravely fall,
We shall not perish unrevenged all.