“Either with honour or not at all.”
Then in the dark time of the night,
He caus’d lay down, to cloud their sight,
Loads of straw and ricks of hay;
There dig’d a trench of turf and clay:
But batt’ring cannon he had none,
But small field guns to mount thereon;
Till from Whitehav’n, thirty miles away,
Drove heavy cannon on it to lay.
As soon as they began to fire,