In war he [the poet] is the most deadly force of the war. Who recruits him recruits horse and foot … he fetches parks of artillery the best that engineer ever knew.

His son noted Buckley had died with his boots on, after a lifetime of riding pretty tall in the saddle.

[…]Which to maintaine, I would allow him oddes, / And meete him, were I tide to runne afoote, / Euen to the frozen ridges of the Alpes, / Or any other ground inhabitable, / Where euer Engliſhman durſt ſet his foote.

The painfull husband plowing up his ground, Shall finde all fret and rust both pikes and shields