As though that instant were the end of all,
To fell the French, or by the French to fall.
A Simily of the apparance of the Battell.
Looke how you see a field of standing Corne,
When some strong winde in Summer haps to blowe,
At the full height, and ready to be shorne,
Rising in waues, how it doth come and goe
Forward and backward, so the crowds are borne,
Or as the Edie turneth in the flowe:
And aboue all the Bills and Axes play,