To each gentleman soldier in the company of Captain Robert Gore, Captain in the Orange regiment of trained bands of London Candy, Nathaniel. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A79749 of text R232676 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing C424A). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A79749 Wing C424A ESTC R232676 99898033 99898033 171040 2240868009

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A79749) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 171040) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 2551:17) To each gentleman soldier in the company of Captain Robert Gore, Captain in the Orange regiment of trained bands of London Candy, Nathaniel. Hawkins, Thomas, fl. 1695. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [London : 1695?] Signed by Nathaniel Candy and Thomas Hawkins. Imprint from Wing CD-ROM, 1996. Verse - "In her rich coat the cross and dagger stand:". Text is within a border. Reproduction of original in the Bodleian Library, Oxford, England. eng Broadsides eebo To each gentleman soldier in the company of Captain Robert Gore, Captain in the Orange regiment of trained bands of London. Candy, Nathaniel 1695 1 538 1 0 0 0 0 0 18.59 C The rate of 18.59 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2007-10 Assigned for keying and markup 2007-10 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-11 Sampled and proofread 2007-11 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
To each Gentleman Soldier in the Company of Captain Robert Gore , Captain in the Orange Regiment of Trained Bands of LONDON . IN Her Rich Coat the Cross and Dagger stand : Thus LONDON's Honour is Her Martial Band : Those Chiefs that dare Her true fair Cross maintain , And make Her Faith , and Faiths Defender Reign . The ORANGE then , that shining Field of Gold , Whilst in your waving Ensigns we behold , Still let your Grinning Foes repine , to view A Martial Plume adorn a City Brow . Who but the Sons of Art should shine in Arms ? That Noble Heat your Veins but justly warms . Arms support Arts : Does not Minerva hold From Mars her Shield and Safety ? Steel guards Gold . Nay War of Peace does the foundation lay : And rugged Discord paves fair Concords way . Permit your Humble Marshal then to bring Once in a year his Dutious Offering . But what poor Altars can my Homage raise ? How shall I chant my Honour'd Captains Praise ? His Noble Worth , 't is true , my Songs may Tune , My scattered Flowers beneath his feet are strown , But the Rich Garden where they grow 's his own . For WILLIAM then , the Champion of our Laws , Joyn all true Hearts and Hands in His Great Cause , Till France to that dread Name , proud Albion's Lord , Shall own His Title , as She 'as felt His Sword Your Trusty Marshal , Nathaniel Candy .
〈◊〉 each Gentleman Soldier in the Company of Captain John Hulls , Captain in the Yellow Regiment of Trained Bands of LONDON . IN Her Rich Coat the Cross and Dagger stand : Thus LONDON's Honour is Her Martial Band : Those Chiefs that dare Her true fair Cross maintain , And make Her Faith , and Faiths Defender Reign . The YELLOW then , that shining Field of Gold , Whilst in your waving Ensigns we behold , Still let your Grinning Foes repine , to view A Martial Plume adorn a City Brow . Who but the Sons of Art should shine in Arms ? That Noble Heat your Veins but justly warms . Arms support Arts : Does not Minerva hold From Mars her Shield and Safety ? Steel guards Gold . Nay War of Peace does the foundation lay : And rugged Discord paves fair Concords way . Permit your Humble Marshal then to bring Once in a year his Dutious Offering . But what poor Altars can my Homage raise ? How shall I chant my Honour'd Captains Praise ? His Noble Worth , 't is true , my Songs may Tune , My scattered Flowers beneath his feet are strown , But the Rich Garden where they grow 's his own . For WILLIAM then , the Champion of our Laws , Joyn all true Hearts and Hands in His Great Cause , Till France to that dread Name , proud Albion's Lord , Shall own His Title , as She 'as felt His Sword . Your Trusty Marshal , Thomas Hawkins .