That all the place with swarmes do ouerlay,
And with their litle stings right felly fare,
So many theeues about him swarming are,
All which do him assayle on euery side,
And sore oppresse, ne any him doth spare:
But he doth with his raging brond diuide
Their thickest troups, and round about him scattreth wide.
Like as a Lion mongst an heard of dere, xlix
Disperseth them to catch his choysest pray,
So did he fly amongst them here and there,