And valiant Gloster showes himselfe their brother;
[Whose Mynes to the besieg’d more mischiefe doe],
Then with th’assaults aboue, the other two.
An olde man sitting by the fier side,
Decrepit with extreamity of Age,
Stilling his little Grand-childe when it cride,
Almost distracted with the Batteries rage:
Sometimes doth speake it faire, sometimes doth chide,
As thus he seekes its mourning to asswage,
By chance a Bullet doth the chimney hit,