He swolne in heart with enuie and despight
Of his associates good, did leaue the fight,
And leauing stout Nathaliod for a pray
Vnto the foes, from field he fled away.
By which enforc’d I was with Mars to rise
From Venus’ bed, and arme me for the field,
Where like a storme in thunder clad from skies,
Vpon my foes I fell, they could not shield
Themselues from death, few scap’t that did not yeeld:
Occa and Ossa both I downe did bring,