The earth made drunke with blood did then abound,
With fruites of death thick strow’d vpon the ground.
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But when the trampling steedes of heauen’s bright sun
Fell to the seas and left Olympus steepe,
And when the king of flames began to run
His golden head into the wauie deep,
When out of east bright Venus gan to peep,
Our strength increast, which conquest did diuine,
Our foes shrunke back, their valor did decline.