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R210566 IS this the upshot then? We that have spent / Our best of Fortunes for a PARLIAMENT? Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 703 The Souldiers sad Complaint. The Souldiers sad Complaint. The Soldier's sad Complaint. ?-?

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IS this the upshot then? We that have spent Our best of Fortunes for a PARLIAMENT? We that have sweat in bloud, march't o're the Land, And where our feet did tread, our Swords command? We that like burning Comets did appeare, Striking astonishment with pallid feare, Upon the daring aspect of our Foes, Forcing even Death, under our dreadfull blowes To flagg his fatall Standard? We that have Been (as of Banquets) greedy of a grave? When through the rivlets of our purple gore Flow'd streames of Victory unto the doore Of our high palmed STATE, made GODS: no lesse; And only happy through our wretchednesse. When in our calmed postures we draw neare Creeping addresses to that Lofty SPHEAR In naked Bodies, broken Leggs, and Armes, In carved Limbs, which were erewhile as Charmes To quiet Death, and make the Furies husht, That we should suffer? that we should be crusht With those iron hands (though guilded with our bloud, Not seeking others, but their owne selfe-good) We have upheld? when we make humble plea With empty entrailes, for our deare earn'd pay, (Whilest your enlarded guts, and brawny sides Swine it with Epicurus, stretch your hydes With glorry morsells) are we kickt away, As if each Wight had turn'd Apostata? Is this true Vallors pay? coyn'd out of ayre And envy? Tyranny? that doth out-dare The very front of Hell. What, Souldiers? and thus slighted? The best of actions are the worst requited. 'Tis thought, and fear'd, your eyes that pitty want, Ere long will turne the world all Adamant: And every object by reflection, Be turned into, what you are, a Stone; Should but your curious, wanton pallats share As formerly our Fortunes, now our fare, (Who once lay lugging at that Ladyes Papp As full of plenty then, as now, mishap) A two daies sad experience, would condemne Your great ingratitude; make you contemne Your cruelties; and bring home to your Gate As much of love, as hitherto of hate. Who gave your SENAT being? the Lawes their breath? Was't not our bloud? our hazzarding of death? And will you counsell murther? sit to slay Even those by whom you sit, or whom, you stay? From your full stores, then reach unto poore soules, Of what's their due: Necessity controules The sharpest Lawes. Oh heare their groanes and cryes Who haplesse lives, and as yet hopelesse dyes.
Per I.H. FINIS.