Renowned Champion full of wrestling Art, <br />And made for victory in every part, <br />Whose active Limbes, oyl'd Tongue, and vertuous Mind, <br />Subdu'd both Foe and Friend, the Rough and Kind, <br />Yea, ev'n Thy-selfe, and thy Diseases too, <br />And all but Death (which won with much adoe <br />And shall at last be vanquish'd,) where are now <br />Those brawny Armes that crush'd the Dane? and how <br />Doe all thy Languages to Silence turne? <br />Babel's undifferenc'd by the speechlesse Urne. <br />What use of Wisedome now to mold the state <br />Where All are Equall? to appease debate <br />Where All doe sleepe? sowre dangers to fore-fend <br />When Spite hath done her worst and dangers end? <br /> <br /> <br />Had Death a Body, like the Dane's or thine, <br />Th' adst beene Her death; if humane Eares like mine, <br />Thy tongues had charm'd them; if a heart to love, <br />Each quality of thine a dart might prove. <br /> <br /> <br />One Beame thou living hadst of Eminence, <br />And still in Use, left heere and carried hence, <br />Immortall Love; as busie now as then; <br />There fixt on God yet heere intwin'd with Men; <br />That makes Thee pray for Us, Us write for Thee, <br />Joynes Heaven and Earth in one Fraternity. <br /> <br /> <br />Love sayes thy Fall's not desparate: a Fall? <br />That hopes for Rising. Waite but for a Call, <br />And thou shalt rise, summon'd with Champion sound, <br />Antæus-like, more strong from under Ground.<br /><br />William Strode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remembrances-of-the-renowned-knight-sir-rowland/
