From south and west commeth a straunge warlike nation,
Attirde and appareld in wonderfull fashion:
In garments milke white, these people are clad,
Which strike and oppresse both good men and bad,
But fauour they shew in dealing their blowes,
And saue him from danger, ech on his way goes.
And on his backe caryes dead bodyes great store,
Which with their thicke buffets had beate them before,
Great furies are kindled at end of the fray:
Which makes this straunge nation all vanish away.