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A60115	Archerie reviv'd, or, The bow-man's excellence an heroick poem : being a description of the use and noble vertues of the long-bow in our last age, so famous for the many great and admired victories won by the English, and other warlike nations over most part of the world : exhorting all brave spirits to the banishment of vice, by the use of so noble and healthful an exercise / written by Robert Shotterel and Thomas Durfey ...	Shotterel, Robert.; D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.	1676 (1676)	Wing S3647; ESTC R5622	29,742	102

successfully will be a main Prop to support the Basis of this Kingdom and a secure Guard against approaching Dangers Let those whose Incredulity as an Enemy to our present Endeavours are so farr from believing the Vertues of this Art that they malitiously condemn it spend an Afternoon in perusing the Chronicles of our Nations atchievements by this Weapon and the History of the Warrs of the Romans Persians Scythians Parthians Grecians and many other Warlike Nations whose greatest Strength lay in their Bows and Shafts whose noble and dangerous Enterprises and Victories have been often declar'd and publisht by several worthy and Judicious Authors not difficult to be found of any Inquisitor and then their Judgments refin'd by so many ●nfallible Proofs of the ancient Excellency of this Art will we doubt not acknowledge the malignity of their Inclinations and the unparallel'd worth and vertue of our present Theme As for others whose ●gnorance of its worth and whose illiterate Capacities are so irreparably dull that the Proof by History is farr above the reach of their groveling Understanding we shall unconcern'd sustain their harmless Censures and rather pity their Imperfections than blame their Licentious Tongues for want of Judgment Therefore as our present Design is Loyal and Vertuous 't is our hope the Success will be favourable and prosperous And we doubt not but there are some worthy Spirits in this Kingdom whose love to this Heroick Exercise and whose Loyalty and Faith to their King and Country will by their Actions express their Care and Fidelity and by their Endeavours be a means to plant this wholsome noble and warlike Science in this Realm The furthering and approving of which will be the greatest content that can arrive to us whose Hopes as well as Wishes are continued to see the Art of Shooting prosper and whose Abilities were they equal to our Endeavours should be the first to lay a Foundation whereon the noble Structure of this Excellent Science should be built but since Fortune hath dealt unkindly with us in depriving us of that Power we hope it will be worthy of the General Care whose sufficiency is farr more capable of the performance than any Particular Ability The pursuance of which and the happy Success of our present Endeavours will not only bring us a particular content and happiness but be a benefit fit to be chronicled by our Natives and admired by succeeding Ages Vale. To his Ingenious Friends Mr. Robert Shotterel and Mr. Thomas Durfey on their Book of Archerie ALthough this Vertue of the Ancients long Lost in Oblivion's Grave has suffer'd wrong Although the Fame of Archerie in Warrs With the cold Dust of our Progenitors Hath lain an Age forgotten in which time No Treatise past nor no facetious Rhime Was publish't to applaud it's worth yet now Methinks I see our happy Genius show From Heav'n a splendid Face whose Smiles presage Unmatch't perfections from this latter Age Whose Gratitude must yield Applauses due Since it this Spring of Vertue has from you Your Poem Friends hath added to their store And they admire what they despis'd before From your Instructions they have learn't to know The worth as well as profits of the Bow And now not only like but love each Line Decking with Plaudits your unmatch't Design Apollo whilst with Wit he you endows Will with his much lov'd Laurel crown your Brows And Fame's loud Trump resound in distant Skies Your happy Work your Names and Loyalties I to preserve my Friendship then intire Whilst others pine with Envy will admire At what I read and in your Treatise find A perfect Copy of the Authors mind Persevere then and let your Phansies climb To what 's more great more splendid and sublime Let your exalted Genius stist aspire And give us fresh occasion to admire Whil'st I the Criticks do presume to tell Some perhaps better write but few so well In Laudem Authoris Operis ARma arundineam Phaebei Numinis artem Dum numeris decoras nobilitásque tuis Ipse Deus miratur opus gratúsque Poetae Sacrâ fronde premit tempora chara sui Téque lyrâ celebrans clamat punctum omne tulisti Et te jam superi terrigenaeque canent Dumque alios tantâ Arte doces attingere metam Haud mirum est Calamo te tetigisse scopum R. Wright To his good Friend Mr. Thomas Durfey on his Poem of Archerie THe more I lookt upon thy Muses pains The more I did admire The more I saw and read thy polish't strains The more I did desire Nay to that height my Phansie did aspire That when I had read o're thy blooming Wit Methought I could not read too oft what thou so well hadst writ 2. With care I ponder'd on thy brave design And after did adore it Nor did I taste the Fruits of such a Vine In all my life before it This Boon from Heaven I therefore will implore That men before they Archerie despise May look upon that Noble Art with my impartial Eyes 3. The Sacred Monarch and blest Martyr Charles Did Archerie approve And then not only the Poor but Lords and Earls That manly Sport did love Was Vertue only then rain'd from above Our Nation 's still the same as fertile and as good Why should insulting Vice then brood or'e English blood 4. But to dispute of this would take up time Which I now ill can spare Let it suffice your Sense as well as Rhime Does the Authors worth declare Whose Iudgment is so splendid and so fair That shouldst thou give me half thy Wreath of Bayes I only could deserve the Gift by penning of thy Praise T.L. ARCHERIE REVIV'D OR THE Bow-Man's EXCELLENCE IN Antient times when learned Homer writ Of Grecian Conquests Valour Weapons Wit The Age refin'd from Vice an Embleme show'd Of all those Virtues Heaven at first bestow'd And though gross ignorance did much deface The Souls of Men whose want of Heavenly Grace Knew not that bliss which Happy We embrace Yet so much Moral Honesty did Crown Their faultless Deeds that it was plainly shown Although Divinity was then disguis'd They might be stil'd both Pious Just and Wise Then was the Subject of this Story thought Brave and successful and was us'd and sought By Spirits Noble Glorious and Supream That lov'd and cherish'd my ensuing Theam No Tragick History my Fancy moves To use my Pen nor no disastrous Loves Care-reaping Policies or dire Mischance My Early budding Genius does advance So soon to write Nor has my Muse thought good Some Conquest to relate purchas'd with blood Where mingling gore swel'd high th'adjoyning flood describe their Troops and Orders or to tell On heaps of breathless Foes how Princes fell To that vast heigtht my Genius dares not climbe Nor change plain Verse for Loud Heroick Rhime Yet as th' aspiring Cedar now grown high Was once a small and tender shrub So I Beginning Low may rise the more secure Well stands the Fabrick whose

Or the try'd fate of potent Kingdoms seeks Their dangerous Adventures Quarrels Fights Care-reaping Stratagems well-grounded sleights And last their famous Victories would know Will find the Ancient noble useful Bow To be fam'd Honour's guide Kings noblest aid The bravest Weapon Mankind e're essai'd Scipio the Numantines in Spain had long Sought to o'recome in Warr but they too strong In their undaunted aids his Force repell'd Whose fresh Supplies still forc't them from the field But when at last a Band of Archers spread Their piercing Shafts the frighted Spaniard fled Too well foreseeing the destructive woes Attending Death from mighty Roman Bows Tiberius fighting with the German Twins A brace of wild and impious Libertines Though mighty in their power won such fame By his brave Archers Bows that where they came The closest Ranks were broke and th'Foe too late Fear'd an invisible though certain fate The Romans then were worthy of Applause Train'd up in VVarr and skill'd in Honours Laws So Martial and so Generous they thought Honour atchiev'd by Death too slightly bought A Nation fam'd for warlike Policies Admired Triumphs dangerous Victories So loving Archerie's fam'd Excellence They thought the warlike Bow their chief defence And mighty Leo's Treatise oft survey'd VVhose wise Directions were by all obey'd Till that Hell-searching Imp of Pluto's brood Invented Guns to wrack the general good But more of this hereafter when the state Of England's pristine Conquests I relate Shall be enlarg'd and since my wearied Muse Is tir'd with shewing the true noble use Of Bows in Forraign Climes I 'le now essay The Fame of English Bow-men to display Since none were ever more renown'd then they How first to England Archerie was brought Historiographers long in vain have sought To understand and those that nearest guess Farr from the truth perhaps their minds express The plainest proofs Sir Thomas Elliot writ A man of boundless Knowledge Learning Wit Who in his Treatise writes in th' ancient time When Ignorance was England's greatest Crime When Vortigern the Saxon Monarch first ●n Brittish Blood allai'd his brutish thirst Nothing so much did terrifie his Foes As the dread terrours of his Archers Bows By which I gather Vortigern was he That into England first brought Archerie An Art most dreadful to the French whose power Would ne're admit of a Competitour Till the brave use of Bows and feather'd Shafts Scatter'd their Forces and out-did their Crafts Which is confirmed by th' immortal fame Of Henry the third Monarch of that Name Who with his valiant Archers overcame The Chivalry of France Their Monarch too Proud Philip who before had scorn'd to do Great Henry's just Decrees in Prison try'd Too soon the rough reward for too much Pride A glorious Fight the potent power of France Proud of their Strength and certain of their Chance As being thrice their number charg'd the Foe But met at last a fatal overthrow Like him Iohn King of France hoping t'attack The English men Prince Edward stil'd the Black Near to the walls of Poictiers met his Force Being a mighty Power of Foot and Horse But he that never knew the wretched state Of those that fear resolv'd to try his fate And aided by his Archers who inlarg'd Their Courages by his their Battels charg'd And e're the Sun had journied half his way Routed the Power of France and won the Day Nor can I overpass the fam'd report Sprung from that glorious Fight at Agincourt Where that brave Hero Henry the Fifth A Prince dropt down from Heaven as a Gift To cherish Piety atchiev'd such Fame That Ages yet to come will speak his Name With reverence and admiration crown'd With joy to read a Story so renown'd As the rehearsal of his glorious Deeds And his fam'd Archers Acts But farther needs My Pen not rove since they that e're have read The living Works of Speed Stow Holling shead And other Modern Authors there may see The noble Conquests sprung from Archerie In a compendious method which relates Those Themes at large my Pen abbreviates As also in the contumelious Jarr Between the Houses York and Lancaster Where thousands perish't by a Civil Warr Great use was made of Bows and Shafts to quell Insulting Vice in Natives that rebell Nor is that true though vulgar Story less To be esteem'd the Fight at Chevy-Chase Has 'mongst try'd Judgments admiration gain'd However by a Fifth-rate Genius stain'd In dull Lampoon He that had seen that Day Stout Douglas and the Northern Earl display Their more than mortal Valours would appear More scar'd with looking than with fight they were He that o' th' Battel had Spectator been And the bold Scots by English Archers seen Sent breathless to Death 's Icy bed of Rest Each with a Shaft stuck fast in bleeding breast Would soon forget to praise a Sword and Spear And call the Bow Death's fatal Harbinger Whose worth most excellent and powerful too May well a just precedency pursue Since nothing is more brave nor nothing more In Warr successful or of greater power This found the Scots of whose two thousand men Went home to tell the News scarce five times ten The rest by Shafts from Bows of bending Yew In streams of Crimson Gore paid Nature's due The Peasant with the Peer Death's lodging shar'd To quell whose power they were alike prepar'd And their weak-founded Strength did vainly show When Fate sate frowning on each Archer's Bow Many Examples more might be exprest To prove the worth and powerful interest Of this brave Art of shooting but to them That throughly search a Fact e're they condemn Men knowing and judicious these few Rules May satisfie though lost in th' Ears of Fools The wise may easily discern the good Arising from a Vertue understood And taught in Persian Colledges where those That best could shoot and drew the strongest Bows Were most esteem'd and best deserv'd to prove The dulcid Blessing of the Prince's Love When such whose minds that rank Corruption bred Whose poyson got by too much Ease do's spread Too fast o're pamper'd Bodies rot and die The nauseous Heirs to Vice and Calumny 'T was Plato's Counsel that th' Athenians shou'd Hire Stipendaries with choice skill indu'd To teach the Youth to shoot they knowing well No Weapon with the Bow could Parallel Nor was his Vote the noblest Theme of Fame's England's blest Monarch prudent learned Iames Amidst his Noble Peers i' th' Parliament Voted an Act a glorious President For this dull Age to Copy every Scot Should learn to shoot blest noble Patriot How I adore thy memory yet they That knew no worser Hell than to obey Neglecting his Decrees their Foes defi'd And slighting Archers oft by Archers di'd The valiant English then were most renown'd Where was that City or that Plat of Ground Where Britains honour grew not where that Clime Where her brave Archers Acts shone not sublime And loudly publish't by the Trump of Fame Or