Thinking the English downe so farre to tred,
As past that day ne’r more to rise in Armes,
T’extirpe the name, if possible it were,
At least not after to be heard of there.
A Simily of the rising of the French.
As when you see the enuious Crowe espye,
Something that shee doth naturally detest:
With open throat how shee doth squall and crye;
And from the next Groue calleth in the rest,
And they for those beyond them bawling flye,