38.
Of which when I did heare, as from the skie
A tempest stooping on the deepe’s profound,
Hurles waues on waues in heapes, and makes them flie
Before his rage, so with the horrid sound
Of dreadfull warre into the Pictish bound
I entred with my host, and in the way
For fire and sword made all the passage pray.
39.
The foe’s stout pride we did in field subdue,