Loe! I am come, bewayling thy disgrace,
Art thou this Bourge, Bellona so enstalles
To be the mirrour for a Martiall face:
[VIII. 343.]I, sure its thou, whose bloody bathing bounds,
Gave death to thousands, and to thousands wounds.
What Hostile force, besieg’d thee poore Ostend?
With all Engine, that ever Warre devised:
What Martiall troupes, did valiantly defend
Thine earthen strengths, and Sconces unsurpris’d
By cruell assaults, and desperate defence,