The Helmett now an hive for Bees becomes,
And hilts of swords may serve for Spiders loomes,
Sharp pikes may make,
Teeth for a rake:
And the keene blade, th’ arch enemy of life,
Shall bee digraded to a pruneing knife:
The rusticke spade
Which first was made
For honest agriculture, shall retake
It’s primitive imployment, and forsake
The rempires steepe,
And trenches deepe.
Tame conyes in our brazen gunnes shall breed,
Or gentle Doves, their yong-ones there shall feede:
In musket barrells
Mice shall raise quarrells
For their quarters: The ventriloquious drumme
(Like Lawyers in vacations) shall be dumme:
Now all recrutes
(But those of fruites)
Shall bee forgott: and th’ unarm’d Soldier,
Shall onely boast of what Hee did whilere,
In chimneys ends,
Among his freinds./
If good effects shall happy signes ensue,
I shall rejoyce, and my prediction’s true.
(Ralph Knevet)
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