Whence with loud clamour to the marine shore,
The armed people clustred in thicke swarmes,
Where red-ey’d Eris warre’s blacke ensigne bore,
And mongst their troops did sprinkle blood and gore;
Stirring them vp with eager minds to wade
Through seas of blood, the aduerse fleet t’inuade.
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And as the golden swarmes of black-backt bees,
Their thighes full loaden from the flowrie field,
With humming noise flie to the hollow trees,