Before we could attaine that sacred towne,
Which God’s sonne’s sepulchre doth so renowne,
Our muse, though willing all at large to show,
Yet were too weake such taske to vndergo.
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See how the Persian fronts vs in the field,
Vnder the sway of whose huge horse-arm’d host,
The earth with bowing backe doth seeme to yeeld,
Whose troopes in number infinite doth boast
Our swift decay, ere we do crosse their coast,