We did direct our course to Babylon:
But she false ladie did my hopes beguile,
And forc’d me with mine armie to recoile:
Fame ouer seas on her vnluckie wing
Sad tidings from the west to vs did bring.
64.
Backe, backe to England, with a grieued heart,
Leauing these blest affaires of th’holy one
Of Israel, we must with griefe depart:
Philip my foe excites my brother Iohn