The other fiue did me inuade with cruel fight,
With whom in diuers warres, I diuersly did speed:
Somtime Bellona blewe a blessed blaste for me,
And changed chaunce somtime did force[1211] my men to flee:
While thus I wagde my warres in secrete silent night,
The very voyce of God, it thus to me did speake:
Thou striu’st agenst the streame, the tide doth beate thee [backe,]
Strike thou thy sailes, take ancor hold, els must thou feele a [wracke.]
Which saying did indeede amaze me more by muche,
Then al the force that man against my wil might bende: