If till the morne they did determine stay,
Or daunted with late foile would flie away.
35.
The night we past in quiet sleepe’s repose,
And when the bright-cheekt ladie of the light
Tir’d with night’s toyle from Tython’s bed arose,
And in her saffron-coloured robe bedight
With her approch brought vse to mortall fight,
We troopt our men in Mars’ his best array,
Vpon the foes in field to giue th’assay.