46.
O warlike nation, where is now that name,
Which th’English sword did graue on Acon’s wall,
Why do your valours sleepe, vp, vp for shame,
Let not your countrie’s ancient glorie fall:
Go, free poore christians from proud Pagan’s thrall,
Redeeme his sepulchre, who did redeeme
The world from death, with blood of such esteeme.
47.
Transport thou now thy muse to Bosphorus’ brim,