vnder the Raigne of their CHARLES
the sixt, _Anno Dom._ 1415.
The Miseries of Queene MARGARITE,
the infortunate VVife, of that most
infortunate King Henry the sixt.
NIMPHIDIA, the Court of _Fayrie_.
The Quest of CINTHIA.
The Shepheards SIRENA.
The _Moone-Calfe_.
Elegies vpon sundry occasions.
_By MICHAELL DRAYTON
Esquire_.
_LONDON_,
Printed for WILLIAM LEE, at the Turkes Head
in Fleete-Streete, next to the Miter and Phaenix.
1627.
[_The preceding page is a reduced reproduction of the title-page of the
first edition, which contains, as will be seen, several poems besides
"The Battaile of Agincourt" which are not included in the present
reprint._]
_To you those Noblest of Gentlemen, of these Renowned Kingdomes of Great
Britaine: who in these declining times, haue yet in your braue bosomes
the sparkes of that sprightly fire, of your couragious Ancestors; and to
this houre retaine the seedes of their magnanimitie and Greatnesse, who
out of the vertue of your mindes, loue and cherish neglected Poesie, the
delight of Blessed soules, and the language of Angels. To you are these
my Poems dedicated,_
_By your truly affectioned Seruant,_
MICHAELL DRAYTON.
VPON
THE BATTAILE
OF AGINCOVRT, WRITTEN
BY HIS DEARE FRIEND
MICHAEL DRAYTON
ESQVIRE.
Had Henryes name beene onely met in Prose,
Recorded by the humble wit of those,
Who write of lesse then Kings: who victory,
As calmely mention, as a Pedigree,
The French, alike with vs, might view his name
His actions too, and not confesse a shame:
Nay, grow at length, so boldly troublesome,
As, to dispute if they were ouercome.
But thou hast wakte their feares: thy fiercer hand
Hath made their shame as lasting, as their land.
By thee againe they are compeld to knowe
How much of Fate is in an English foe.
They bleede afresh by thee, and thinke the harme
Such; they could rather wish, t'were Henryes arme:
Who thankes thy painfull quill; and holds it more
To be thy Subiect now, then King before.
By thee he conquers yet; when eu'ry word
Yeelds him a fuller honour, then his sword.
Strengthens his action against time: by thee,
Hee victory, and France, doth hold in fee.
So well obseru'd he is, that eu'ry thing
Speakes him not onely English, but a King.
And France, in this, may boast her fortunate
That shee was worthy of so braue a hate.
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