loss at all,
_Like an old Soldier_, &c.

Like _Old Brest Fort_, an invincible thing,
When the old _Queen_ sent him to help the _French_ King,
Took from the proud _Fox_, to the World's wond'ring,
_Like an old Soldier_, &c.

Where an old stout _Fryer_, as goes the Story,
Came to push of Pike with him in Vain-glory,
But he was almost sent to his own _Purgatory_,
_By this old Soldier_, &c.

With an _Old Ned Norris_, that kept _Ostend_,
A terror to Foe, and a Refuge to Friend,
And left it Impregnable to his last End,
_Like an old Soldier_, &c.

That in the old unfortunate Voyage of all,
March'd o'er the old Bridge, and knock'd at the Wall,
Of _Lisbon_, the Mistress of _Portugal_,
_Like an old Soldier_, &c.

With an _Old Tim Norris_, by the old _Queen_ sent,
Of _Munster_ in _Ireland_, Lord President,
Where his Days and his Blood in her service he spent,
_Like an old Soldier_, &c.

With an _Old Harry Norris_, in Battle wounded,
In his Knee, whose Leg was cut off, and he said,
You have spoil'd my Dancing, and dy'd in his Bed,
_Like an old Soldier_, &c.

With an _Old Will Norris_, the oldest of all,
Who went voluntary, without any Call,
To th' old _Irish_ Wars, to's Fame Immortal,
_Like an old Soldier_, &c.

With an _Old Dick Wenman_, the first in his Prime,
That over the Walls of old _Cales_ did Clime,
And there was Knighted, and liv'd all his Time,
_Like an old Soldier_, &c.

With _Old Nando Wenman_, when _Brest_ was o'er thrown,
Into the Air, into the Seas, with Gunpowder blown,
Yet bravely recovering, long after was known,
_For an Old Soldier_, &c.

When an _Old Tom Wenman_, whose bravest delight,
Was in a good Cause for his Country to Fight,
And dy'd in _Ireland_, a good old Knight,
_And an old Soldier_, &c.

With a Young _Ned Wenman_, so valiant and bold,
In the Wars of _Bohemia_, as with the Old,
Deserves for his Valour to be Enroll'd,
_An old Soldier_, &c.

And thus of Old Soldiers, ye hear the Fame,
But ne'er so many of one House and Name,
And all of old _John Lord Viscount_ of _Thame_,
_An old Soldier of the Queens,_
_And the Queens old Soldier._

_On the Tombs in_ Westminster Abby.

_You must suppose it to be_ Easter _Holy-Days: At what time_ Sisly
_and_ Dol, Kate _and_ Peggy, Moll _and_ Nan, _are marching to_
Westminster, _with a Leash of Prentices before 'em; who go rowing
themselves along with their right Arms to make mo