Sinon, Ulysses, and the Trojan Horse

Won the day in Troy with treachery,

Whereas in Ostend, leading your troops,

It was your sword that crushed the enemy.

As your squads approached their walls

Frisia and Breda foresaw their destiny;

Facing your might, the heretic gave way His

banners struck, his pennon a mockery.

You subjected the Palatinate

To benefit the Spanish monarchy,

Your ideals countering their heresy.

In Flanders, we badly missed your gallantry,

E’en more in Italy…and now this eulogy

Amid sorrow we dare not contemplate.