English poem
Stanza 145
One his bright sharpe-eg'd Semiter doth showe, Off'ring to lay a thousand Crownes (in pride) That he two naked English at one blowe, Bound back to back will at the wasts diuide, Some bett his sword will do't, some others no, After the Battaile, and they'll haue it tride: Another wafts his Blade about his head, And shewes them how their hamstrings he will shread.