Of many thousand soules; He, void of feare,
Dalli’d with danger, and pursu’d the Foe
Thorow a bloudy Sea of Victorie:
Whether there slaine, or taken prisoner
By the too mercilesse misbeleeuing Turkes,
No man can tell:
That when Victorie fell to the Christians,
The conquest, and the glorie of the day
Was soone eclipst, in braue Lorenzo’s losse;
That when the battel and the fight was done,