Even more than this I'd venture, for young Lord Delaware.
"Leaping back on the stage, sword to buckler now resounds,
Till he left the Dutch Lord a-bleeding in his wounds:
This seeing, cries the King to his guards without delay,
Call Devonshire down: take the dead man away!
"No, says brave Devonshire, I've fought him as a man,
Since he's dead, I will keep the trophies I have won;
For he fought me in your armour, while I fought him bare,
And the same you must win back, my Liege, if ever you them wear.
"God bless the Church of England, may it prosper on each hand,