To The Famous Martialist, Captaine William Ferfax Poem by John Ashmore

Nor from thy Name dost thou degenerate,
Stern Mars his Minion, Darling of the Muses;
Nor prises Honor at so lowe a rate,
That it t'obtaine thou any toyle refuses.
The way is steep, in which they must begin,
That Honors Fort doe Scale, Surprise, and Win.
With Trumpets sound, how sweetly dost thou ioyne
The pleasing tunes of gentle Erato!
And with what sacred theft dost thou purloine
The hearts of men! What manly Vertues growe
From thy young Years! which since as I desire
I cannot praise, I onely will admire.