The troops that came with him—each led his owne—
Glitt’ring in arms, bright shining as the sunne,
While in well ordered phalanxes they mov’d.
“The Trojan hosts were like unto a flock
Close in a penne folded at fall of night,
That bleating looked th’ waye their young ones went
And filled th’ avre with dire confusion—
Such was the noyse among the Trojan hosts.
No two gave utterance to the same crye,
So various were the nations and the countries