Did throng together in the streets to armes,
While fearefull noise of children’s wofull cries,
And women’s shrikes did pierce the echoing skies.
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The gates were open set, out rush’t the hoast,
Both horse and foote in armes confused sound,
Who vaunting of their power did vainely boast,
Their fainting foes in battaile to confound,
If their bold feete durst presse the sandie ground,
Not doubting all their fleete, with fire t’inflame,