Gravelin. About that time he was in election for the crown of Poland,
but the queen refused to promote this his glorious advancement, not
from jealousy, but from the fear of losing the jewel of her times. He
united the statesman, the scholar and the soldier; and as by the one,
he purchased fame and honour in his life, so by the other, he has
acquired immortality after death.

In the year 1586, when that unfortunate stand was made against the
Spaniards before Zutphen, the 22d of September, when he was getting
upon the third horse, having had two slain under him before, he was
wounded with a musket-shot out of the trenches, which broke the bone
of his thigh. The horse he rode upon was rather furiously choleric,
than bravely proud, so forced him to forsake the field, but not his
back, as the noblest and fittest bier (says lord Brook) to carry a
martial commander to his grave. In this progress, passing along by the
rest of the army where his uncle the [3] General was, and being faint
with excess of bleeding, he called for drink, which was presently
brought him; but as he was putting the bottle to his mouth, he saw a
poor soldier carried along, who had been wounded at the same time,
wishfully cast up his eyes at the bottle; whereupon Sir Philip took it
from his own mouth before he drank, and delivered it to the poor man,
with these words, "thy necessity is yet greater than mine;" and when
he had assisted this poor soldier and fellow sufferer, as he called
him, he was presently carried to Arnheim, where the principal surgeons
of the camp attended him.

This generous behaviour of our gallant knight, ought not to pass
without a panegyric. All his deeds of bravery, his politeness, his
learning, and courtly accomplishments, do not reflect so much
honour upon him, as this one disinterested, truly heroic action: It