In Gallum

Gallas hath beene this Summer-time in Friesland,
And now return'd, he speaks such warlike words,
As, if I could their English understand,
I feare me they would cut my throat like swords:
He talkes of counter-scarfes and casomates,
Of parapets, of curteneys, and palizadoes;
Of flankers, ravelings, gabions he prates,
And of false-brayes, and sallies and scaladoes.
But, to requite such gulling tearmes as these,
With words of my profession I reply;
I tell of fourching, vouchers, and counterpleas,
Of withermans, essoynes, and Champarty.
So, neither of us understanding one another,
We part as wise as when we came together.