Yet still the Better with the English goes;
The earth of France with her owne blood is washt;
They fall so fast, she scarse affords them roome,
That one mans Trunke becomes anothers Toombe.
The Earle of Suffolke chargeth the Earle of Huntingdon With breach of promise.
When Suffolk chargeth Huntingdon with sloth,
Ouer himselfe too wary to haue bin,
And had neglected his fast plighted troth
Vpon the Field, the Battaile to begin,
That where the one was, there they would be both;