Vel post mortem formidolosi
To the honorable Sir JOHN NORRIS Knight, Lord president of Munster in Irelande, and Colonell Generall of the Englishe Infanterie, in the lowe countries.
A Secret cause, that none can comprehende,
In natures workes is often to bee seene;
As, deathe can not the ancient discorde ende,
That raigneth still, the wolfe, and sheepe betweene:
The like, beside in many thinges are knowne,
The cause reveal'd, to none, but GOD alone.
For, as the wolfe, the sillye sheepe did feare,
And made him still to tremble, at his barke:
So beinge dead, which is moste straunge to heare,
This feare remaynes, as learned men did marke;
For with their skinnes, if that two drommes bee bounde,
That, clad with sheepe, doth jarre: and hathe no sounde.
And, if that stringes bee of their intrailes wroughte,
And joyned both, to make a silver sounde:
No cunninge eare can tune them as they oughte,
But one is harde, the other still is droun'de:
Or discordes foule, the harmonie doe marre;
And nothinge can appease this inward warre.
So, ZISCA thoughte when deathe did shorte his daies,
As with his voice, hee erste did daunte his foes;
That after deathe hee shoulde newe terror raise,
And make them flee, as when they felte his bloes.
Wherefore, hee charg'd that they his skinne shoulde frame,
To fitte a dromme, and marche forth with the same.
So, HECTORS sighte greate feare in Greekes did worke,
When hee was showed on horsebacke, beeinge dead:
HUNIADES, the terrour of the Turke,
Thoughe layed in grave, yet at his name they fled:
And cryinge babes, they ceased with the same,
The like in FRANCE, sometime did TALBOTS name.