From cares to rescue his much troubled minde,
Vpon his Eye-lids stealingly doth creepe,
And in soft slumbers euery sense doth binde,
(As vndisturbed euery one to keepe)
[When as that Angell to whom God assign’d,]
[The guiding of the English], gliding downe
The silent Campe doth with fresh courage crowne.
His glittering wings he gloriously displaies,
Ouer the Hoste as euery way it lyes
With golden Dreames their trauell, and repaies,