83.
As lions rob’d of yong with hideous rore
All raging wood, makes th’echoing forrest shake
And beasts to dread: so sailing towards the shore,
My souldiers charging, with loud shouts did make
The stoutest hearts on th’aduerse part to quake:
A wrongfull cause makes fortitude giue backe,
And guilt of treason courage doth aslacke.
84.
Yet on the land at Sandwich port, before