Which on thy shores, O England, high did ring;
And let vs waile, alas, the wofull harmes,
Which did befall that valiant man of armes,
Who after all his glorie and renowne,
Beneath too hard a fate felt fortune’s frowne.
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Tyrone that traytor, from whose treacherie
The first chiefe cause of his annoy did spring,
Disloyall to Elizae’s maiestie;
Had now begun to set the war on wing