Where for an armie newe another roade we shapt,
If winterr colde were past, to come agayne another yeere:[829]
And so wee did in deede, and bought our comming deere,
For they prouided had so well to fight, that I
With all mine armies stoute could finde no victorye,
[But fayne eftsoones with losse of men for life was forc’st to flye.]
23.
Againe to shippe my mates I bad my Captaines sturre,
Eke from this people fearce with speede to shift away,
The chaunce of warre is hard and doubtfull for t’ assure,