All fainting hearts with manly sprite did fill,
And th’armed horse, that smell the fight from farre,
Inraged that the curbing bit should barre
Their forwardnesse, with neighing loud did crie
For present combat gainst the enemie.
201.
Earle of Leicester.
Thus in the field the royall host did stand,
None fainting vnder base timiditie,
But readie bent to vse their running hand