Of cheualry he is the floure;
Our Lorde be his soccoure!
The French men he hathe so mated,
And theyr courage abated,
That they are but halfe men; 160
Lyke foxes in theyr denne,
Lyke cankerd cowardes all,
Lyke vrcheons[142] in a stone wall,
They kepe them in theyr holdes,
Lyke henherted cokoldes.