English poem
Stanza 126
To let them dye vpon their march abroad, And Fowles vpon their Carkases to feed, The heapes of them vpon the common road A great infection likely were to breed, For our owne safeties see them then bestow'd, And doe for them this charitable deede: Vnder our Swords together let them fall, And one that day they dye, be buried all.