Thirsting to do where deeds of worth were done,
I towards that part my standard did aduance,
The virgin mother of great Ioue’s owne sonne,
Vnder whose badge I many a field had wonne,
Where 'mongst the foes I rusht with my bold bands,
T’auenge my slaughtered friends at Lucius’ hands.
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Then prudent Ioue vpon the foes did frowne,
And in his ballance holding either fate
Of both our fortunes, made their lot sinke downe,