Lansdown Poem by William Cartwright 1643
	When now the incens’d rebels proudly came Down like a torrent, without bark or dam; When undeserv’d success urg’d on their force, That thunder must come down to stop their course, Or Granville must step in; then Granville stood, And with himself oppos’d and check’d the flood; Conquest or death was all his thoughts, so fire Either o’ercomes, or does itself expire. His courage work’d like flames, cast heat about, Here, there, on this, on that side, none gave out. Not any pike in that renowned stand, But took new force from his inspiring hand, Soldier encourag’d soldier, man urg’d man, And he urg’d all; so far example can. Hurt upon hurt, wound upon wound did fall, He was the butt, the mark, the aim of all. His soul this while retired from cell to cell, At last flew up from all, and then he fell; But the devoted stand, enrag’d the more From that his fate, plied hotter than before. “And, proud to fall with him, swore not to yield. Each sought an honour’d grave, and gain’d the field. Then, being fall’n, his actions fought anew, And the dead conquer’d whilst the living flew.”