Charles Cotton

Thomas Flatman, "On the Commentaries of Messire Blaize de Montluc. To the Worthy Translator, Charles Cotton, Esq." Flatman, Poems (1686) 150-51.

He that would aptly write of warlike men,
Should make his Ink of Blood, a Sword his Pen;
At least he must their Memories abuse,
Who writes with less than Maro's mighty Muse:
All (Sir) that I could say of this great Theme
(The brave Montluc) would lessen his esteem;
Whose Laurels too much native verdure have
To need the Praises vulgar Chaplets crave:
His own bold hand, what it durst write, durst do,
Grappled with Enemies, and Oblivion too;
Hew'd his own Monument, and grav'd thereon,
It's deep and durable inscription.
To you (Sir) whom the valiant Author owes,
His second Life, and Conquest o're his Foes;
Ill natur'd Foes, Time and Detraction,
What is a Stranger's Contribution!
Who has not such a share of vanity,
To dream that one, who with such industry
Obliges all the World, can be oblig'd by me.