Great Prince, so fear'd abroad, and so ador'd at home
Jove's Bird that durst of late confront the Sun,
And in the wanton German banners play'd,
140Now hangs her wing and droops her head,
Now recollects the battles thou hast won,
And calls too late to thee for aid.
All Christendom deplores the loss,
Whilst bloody Mahomet like a whirlwind flies,
And insolently braves the ill-befriended cross.
Europe in blood, and in confusion lies,