Whence bravest wits, brave Stories may begin
To show the world, more then the world would crave,
How all thine intrench’d ground, became one grave.
Thy digged ditches, turn’d a gulfe of blood,
Thy wals defeat, were rear’d with fatall bones:
Thine houses equall with the streetes they stood;
Thy limits come, a Sepulcher of groanes:
Whence Cannons ror’d, from fiery cracking smoake
Twixt two extreames thy desolation broake.