Ouer the Army like a Cloud that hong,
Which greater haste inforceth them to make,
When with their croaking all the Countrey rong,
Which boaded slaughter as the most doe say,
But by the French it turned was this way.
The French mis-interpret the flight of Rauens houering ouer their owne Campe.
That this diuyning Foule well vnderstood,
Vpon that place much gore was to be spill’d,
And as those Birds doe much delight in blood,
With humane flesh would haue their gorges fill’d,