To this attempt to worke him to aspire,
And told him, there how he an Ensigne wonne,
Which many a yeare was hung vp in the Quire:
And in the Battell, where he made his way,
How many French men he struck downe that day.
The good old man, with teares of ioy would tell,
In Cressy field what prizes Edward play’d,
As what at Poycteers the Black Prince befell,
How like a Lyon, he about him layd:
In deedes of Armes how Awdley did excell,