The soldiers fortune: or The taking of Mardike. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B05902 of text R227383 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing S4424). 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 B05902 Wing S4424 Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[94] Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[431] 99887301 ocm99887301 183548 2248540511

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B05902) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183548) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A2:4[94]; A5:2[339]) The soldiers fortune: or The taking of Mardike. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden Ball in Pye-Corner., [London] : [1680-1685] Date and place of publication suggested by Wing. Verse: "VVhen first Mardike was made a prey ..." Item at A5:2[339] trimmed. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University, Houghton Library and the British Library. eng Broadsides -- England -- London -- Early works to 1800. Soldiers -- England -- Early works to 1800. Mardike Fort (France) -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Ballads -- England -- 17th century. eebo The soldiers fortune: or The taking of Mardike. anon 1685 1 551 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-01 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-05 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-06 Sampled and proofread 2008-12 Rekeyed and resubmitted 2009-03 Sampled and proofread 2009-03 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Soldiers Fortune : OR The Taking of MARDIKE .

Mardike .

WHen first Mardike was made a Prey , 'T was Courage that carry'd the Fort away ; Then do not lose your Valors Prize , By gazing on your Mistress Eyes ; But put off your Petticoat-Parley ; Dotting and sotting , & laughing and quaffing Canary , Will make a good Soldier miscarry , And never Travel for true Renown : Then turn to your Martial Mistriss , Fair Minerva the Soldiers Sister is ; Rallying & sallying , with gashing & slashing of Wounds , Sir , With turning and burning of Towns , Sir , Is a high step to a great Mans Throne . Let bold Bellona's Brewer frown , And his Tun shall overflow the Town ; And give the Cobler Sword and Fate , And a Tinker may trappan the State : Such fortunate Foes as these be , Turn'd the Crown to a Cross at Naseby : Father and Mother , and Sister & Brother confounded , And many a good Family wounded By a terrible turn of Fate . He that can kill a Man , thunder and plunder the town , sir , And pull his Enemies down , Sir , In time may be an Officer great , It is the Sword do's order all , Makes Peasants rise , and Princes fall ; All Syllogisms in vain are spilt , No Logick like a Basket-Hilt ; It handles 'em joynt by joynt Sir ; Quilling & drilling , and spilling and killing profoundly , Vntill the Disputers on Ground lye , And have never a word to say : Vnless it be quarter , quarter , truth is confuted by a Carter , By stripping & nipping , & ripping and quipping Evasions , Doth Conquer a power of Perswasions , Aristotle hath lost the Day . The Musket hears so great a Force , To Learning it has no remorse ; The Priest , the Lay-man , and the Lord , Find no distinction from the Sword ; Tan-tarra , Tan-tarra , the Trumpet , Has blown away Babylon's Strumpet : Now the Walls begin to crack , The Counsellors are struck dumb too , By the Parchment upon the Drum too ; Dub-a-dub , dub-a-dub , dub-a-dub , dub-a-dub , an Alarum , Each Corporal now can outdare'um , Learned Littleton goes to rack . Then since the Sword so bright doth shine , We 'll leave our Wenches and our Wine , And follow Mars where ere he runs , And turn our Pots and Pipes to Guns : The Bottles shall be Granadoes , We 'll bounce about the Bravadoes , By huffing and puffing , and snuffing and cuffing the French Boys , Whose Brows has been dy'd in a Trench Boys ; Well got Fame is a Warrier's Wife , The Drawer shall be the Drummer ; We 'll be Collonels all next Summer ; By hilting and tilting , and pointing and joynting like brave Boys , We shall have Gold , or a Grave Boys , And there 's an end of a Soldiers Life . FINIS .

Printed for P. Brooksby , at the Golden Ball in Pye-Corner .