On Martiall Boggard

Boggard, the Souldier, chancing in the Streete
With a weake-witted Citizen to meete,
That would admire his bragges, began of Warres
To thunder dreadfully, and boast his skarres,
Filling his mouth with names of men at Armes,
With Musters, Marches, Stratagems, Alarmes,
With Sallies, Camisadoes, Batteries,
Slashing and slaughtering of his Enemies;
Which he so lively acts, as he had beene
At deadly blowes; when straight a Sergeant seene,
Makes him blow for't indeed, and's cloake let flye,
Who thus both Ensigne lost, and victory.