Strook

He strook so hard, the bason broke

Then the Romans in Antonia fearing his life, cryed out; but the Jews, many at once, strook him with Swords and Spears.

The monſter mad with rage, and ſtung with ſmart, / His lance directed at the hero’s heart : / It ſtrook; but bounded from his harden’d breaſt[…]

And we sate calmly, though that rocky hill, The waves contending in its caverns strook, For they foreknew the storm, and the grey ruin shook.

Stoop villaine, ſtoop, ſtoope for ſo he bids, That may commaund thee peecemeale to be torne, Or ſcattered like the lofty Cedar trees. Strooke with the voice of thundring Iupiter.