To lose long gotten honour with one evil hond.
Much greater grief and shamefuller regret.
In hope her to attain by hook or crook.
To tossen spear and shield.
Me leifer were with point of foeman’s spear be dead.
... how stout Deborah strake.
Inglorious now lies in senseless swownd.
But lapped up her silken leaves most chare.
Fast bounden hand and foot with cords of wire.
But, glancing on the tempered metal, brast.