Xviii

The force which wont in two to be disperst, In one alone left hand° he now unites, Which is through rage more strong than both were erst; With which his hideous club aloft he dites, And at his foe with furious rigour smites, That strongest Oake might seeme to overthrow: The stroke upon his shield so heavie lites, That to the ground it doubleth him full low: What mortall wight could ever beare so monstrous blow?