[…] for notwithstanding his purse to buy provisions of the Country, and his Ships that wherever he went waited continually upon him, his Army through the unseasonableness of the weather, and want of Quarters, was so much harassed and wasted, many of his men falling sick and dying daily, that if he did not hasten to his Winter-quarters, he would in probability have perished without a blow […]

I woo the wind / That still delays his coming.

His colour is nearly that of a grif or cobb, the produce of a mulatto and negro.

Vociferated logic kills me quite, A noisy man is always in the right,