That sprightly fire which Courage bids him take,
For ere the Sunne next rising went to bed,
The French by them in triumph should be led.
The great care of a wise and politike Captaine.
And from their Cabins, ere the French arose,
(Drown’d in the pleasure of the passed night,)
The English cast their Battailes to dispose,
Fit for the ground whereon they were to fight: