Against Aschillius that bold Danish king,
And ’gainst proud Lot the Norway king so stout,
Whom after thousand soules being set on wing,
We at the length did in subiection bring:
Scarce would the eares of fraile mortalitie
Giue credit to our noble historie.
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Yet thinke, what dread of death and dangerous wounds
We in those trauels then might vndergoe,
From Albion’s rockes vnto the Russian bounds,