Forc’d by a winde, that shoues it forth so fast,
Till it choke vp some chanell side to side,
And the craz’d banks doth downe before it cast,
Hoping the English would them not abide,
Or would be so amazed at their hast,
That should they faile to route them at their will,
Yet of their blood, the fields should drinke their fill.
When as the English whose o’r-wearied Armes,
Were with long slaughter lately waxed sore,
These inexpected, and so fierce Alarmes,