Writ in my Lord Clarendon’s History of the Rebellion
Reading edition
How life hath cheapen'd, and how blank The Worlde is! like a fen Where long ago unstainèd sank The starrie gentlemen: Since Marston Moor and Newbury drank King Charles his gentlemen. If Fate in any air accords What Fate deny'd, Oh, then I ask to be among your Swordes, My joyous gentlemen; Towards Honour's heaven to goe, and towards King Charles his gentlemen!