When Cressy battle fatally was struck,
And all our princes captiv’d by the hand
Of that black name, Edward, black prince of Wales;
Whiles that his mountain sire,—on mountain standing,
Up in the air, crown’d with the golden sun,—[20]
Saw his heroical seed, and smil’d to see him
Mangle the work of nature, and deface
The patterns that by Heaven and by French fathers
Had twenty years been made. This is a stem
Of that victorious stock; and let us fear