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 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 love convert.
And if those fayle fall downe and dy before her,
    so dying live, and living do adore her.