Which strooke more terror to my grieued mind,
Then if the world ’gainst me in armes had shin’d.
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Yet with late conquest won in mind made bold,
Returning to our fleet we launcht from land,
And being out at sea we might behold
Our owne rebellious kingdome’s rockie strand,
Strengthen’d about the coast with many a band:
Which did my vexed soule with sorrow sting,
To see false subiects bent to braue their king.