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THE FRENCHMEN'S WONDER
19 Their claws like those of Indian hens,
their crooked nibs, like Parrots just; Their feathers of an Ash colour, if we may the relation trust.
20 Five hundred paces, as 'tis said,
of ground were covered with the dead, Unto the height of any man,
besides some thousands scattered.
21 The people being sore afraid,
their bodies should infect the air, Sent Pioneers to bury them,
which is a thing most strange and rare.
22 Thus was this bloody combate past,
within the sight of many a one; Who at the wonder stood agast,
for to behold what there was shown.
23 What is the meaning of the same,
there's none doth know but God above, Then let us fear his holy name,
and live in concord, peace and love.
24 For cruel wars, and bloody strife,
doth cause great ruine at the last: Then let us ad a holy life,
and pardon crave1 for what is past.
Printed for F. Coles, T. Fere, J. Wright, and J. Clarke. 1 Text rave.