English poem
Stanza 277
The fight is fearefull, for stout Burbon brings His fresher forces on with such a shocke, That they were like to cut the Archers strings E're they their Arrowes hansomly could nock The French like Engines that were made with springs: Themselues so fast into the English lock, That th'one was like the other downe to beare, In wanting roomth to strike, they stoode so neare.