Next noble Willoughby with lance in rest,
Arm’d like the god of warre on winged horse,
Met captaine George, opposing brest to brest,
Whom from his steed halfe dead with furious force,
He downe did beare in his winde-winged course,
This he spake in French.
Who falling said: “I yeeld me to thy might,
In that I see thou art a seemely knight.”
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Rob. Earle of Essex.