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REtourne
agayne my forces late dismayd,
Vnto the siege by you
abandon'd quite,
great shame it is to leaue like one
afrayd,
so fayre a peece for one repulse so light.
Gaynst such strong castles needeth greater might,
then those small forts which ye were wont belay,
such haughty mynds enur'd to hardy fight,
disdayne
to yield vnto the first assay.
Bring therefore all
the forces that ye may,
and lay incessant battery to
her heart,
playnts, prayers, vowes, ruth, sorrow,
and dismay,
those engins can the proudest loue
conuert.
And if those fayle fall downe and dy before
her,
so dying liue, and liuing do adore her.
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