Retourne agayne my forces late dismayd,
Unto the siege by you abandon'd quite;
great shame it is to leave 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 unto the first a**ay.
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 love convert.
And if those fayle fall downe and dy before her,
so dying live, and living do adore her.