66.
Here could I tell the sack, which did decline
The pride of Salem, whose high walles withstood
Our fierce assaults twice fifteene dayes and nine,
How euerie street polluted with the blood
Of Pagans slaine, did seeme a crimson flood:
How Egypt’s Soldan did before vs fall,
Whom to these warrs, this towne distrest did call.
67.
But back to England we must turne our eye,