Thou God of War, whose thundring sounds do feare
This circled space, plac’d here below the rounds,
Thou in oblivion hast Sepulchrized here,
Earths dearest life, for now what else redounds
But sighes and sobs, when treason, sword, and fire,
Have throwne al down, when al thought to aspire.
[VIII. 344.]Forth from thy marches, and frontiers about
In sanguine hew, thou dy’d the fragrant fields;
The camped trenches of thy foes without
Were turn’d to blood, for valour never yeelds