To make it famous by some Knightly deede.
The cloudes of dust, that from the wayes arose,
Which in their martch, the trampling Troupes doe reare:
When as the Sunne their thicknesse doth oppose
In his descending, shining wondrous cleare,
To the beholder farre off standing showes
Like some besieged Towne, that were on fire:
As though fore-telling e’r they should returne,
That many a Citie yet secure must burne.
The well-rig’d Nauie falne into the Road,