When in blacke clouds a tempest raues in skie,
Steele-headed shafts from th’English bowes are sent,
Threatning the armed men as they do flie,
With singing slaughter, thicke prepar’d on high,
Who in their flight, though some fall short of wounds,
Yet some againe both men and horse confounds.
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Here th’angrie courser chaf’t with deadlie sting
Of wounding shaft, for verie paine and woe
Doth stampe, doth plunge, and vp from ground doth fling,