Like as a goodly hart begirted round,
With eager hounds, that thirst to see him fall,
Tir’d in the toile, turnes head and stands his ground,
And with fell blowes the dogs do so appall,
That in the end he makes his way through all:
So noble Greenuile round besieg’d in fight,
Brake through their squadrons with admired might.
335.
Saint Michael hight, and Cyuil’s great Ascension,
With th’admirall of the hulkes, three ships of fame,