Which this Lord holdeth better so then worse:
Since the French fortune to that ebbe is growne,
And he perceiues the Souldier him doth deeme,
To be a person of no meane esteeme.
Berckley and Burnell, two braue English Lords,
Flesht with French blood, and in their Valours pride,
Aboue their Arm’d heads brandishing their swords,
As they tryumphing through the Army ride,
Finding what prizes Fortune here affords
To eu’ry Souldier, and more wistly eyde