though he scarce understands the exercising of his Arms, I will not
mention encamping in a Field, Fortification, the forming of Batalions,
and a great deal more that belongs to him.

And coming into Campagne; alas this wicked Love-ague continues with
him; and runs so through his blood, that both the open air, and wide
fields are too narrow for him. Yea and tho he formerly had (especially
by his Mistris) the name of behaving himself like a second Mars; yet
now he'l play the sick-hearted, (I dare not say the faint-hearted) to
the end he may, having put on his fine knotted Scarf, and powdered
Periwig, only go to shew himself to that adorable Babe, his Lady
Venus, Leaving oftentimes a desperate siege, and important State
affairs, to accompany a lame, squint-ey'd, and crook-back'd
_Jeronimo_.

And if, by favour or recommandation, he happen to be intrusted with
any strong City or Fort that is besieged, he's presently in fear of
his own Bom, and practises all sorts of waies and means how he shall
best make a capitulation, that so leaving the place, he may go again
to his fair one.

And alas, what doth not the Master of a Ship, and his Mate hazard,
when they are sick of this malady? What terrible colds, and roaring
seas doth he not undergo, through an intemperate desire that he hath
to be with his nittebritch'd Peggy? How often doth he hazard his
Owners Ship, the Merchants Goods, and his own life, for an inconstant
draggle-tail; that perhaps before he has been three daies at Sea, hath
drawn her affection from him, and given promise to another? Yet
nevertheless, tho the raging Waves run upon the Ship, and fly over his
head, he withstands it all. Nor is the main Ocean, or blustering