How on his way this haughty Henry was
Ouer the Soame, which is a dangerous flood;
Pluckt downe the Bridges that might giue him passe;
And eu’ry thing, if fit for humane food,
Caus’d to be forrag’d; (to a wondrous masse)
And more then this, his Iourneyes to fore-slowe,
He scarce one day vnskirmish’d with, doth goe.
But on his march, in midst of all his foes;
He like a Lyon keepes them all at bay,
And when they seeme him strictly to enclose;