Ten thousand French that inwardly were well,
Saue some light hurts that any man might heale:
Euen at an instant, in a minute fell,
And their owne friends their deathes to them to deale.
Yet of so many, very fewe could tell,
Nor could the English perfectly reueale,
The desperate cause of this disastrous hap,
That euen as Thunder kill’d them with a clap.
How happy were those in the very hight,
Of this great Battaile, that had brauely dyde,