And his barb’d Arrow which he sets to showe.
Tents and Pauillions in the fields are pitcht,
(E’r full wrought vp their Roomthynesse to try)
Windowes, and Towers, with Ensignes are inricht,
With ruffling Banners, that doe braue the sky,
Wherewith the wearied Labourer bewitcht
To see them thus hang wauing in his eye:
His toylsome burthen from his back doth throwe,
And bids them worke that will, to France hee’ll goe.
Armed at all points.