The captiue foes in pitifull dismay,
With teares bemoan’d the imminent decay
Of their strong walles, which Perseus so renown’d
Had long before erected from the ground.
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Thence our triumphant standards we aduance
To Syria-ward with Godfrey for our guide,
Where on the way, with seruice of my lance
In many a fight against the aduerse side,
I with fresh strength our fainting host suppli’d,