An. Reg. 34.Out of M.R. Hak.in the last part of his second volume.His ghost regardlesse did not passe awayWithout reuenge: for where in haplesse fight,Vnhappie fate did worke his liue’s decay,ThereFrobisherandBorroughthat bold knight,To his Iberian foes did worke despight;For by th’Azores on the stormie maine,Many a faire price they daily did obtaine.342.The Indian barkes at th’ilands they did stop,For which, that naked people which adoreThe king of flames in steepe Olympus top,With wicked steele their grandames ribs had tore,To glut their spacious wombes with golden ore,WhomFrobisherdid send with all their treasure,To be dispos’d at hisElizae’spleasure.343.Meane time, stoutCrosseandBorroughvaliant knight,Against that monster of the fleet of Spaine,TheMadre Dios, did a noble fightBefore those ilands many houres maintaine,Whom by plaine strength, at length they did constraineTo stoope her pride, and hazarding the mightOf twice three hundred, boorded her in fight.344.Who to inrich their noble enterprizeWith a small world of treasure did abound,Ten smaller ships fraught with her merchandize,Which sto’d within her spacious bulke were found,Arriued safe in Thamis siluer sound;For fifteene hundred tunne she did containe,And thirtie foot she drew within the maine.345.They tooke likewise the Santa Clare in fight,Which from the Indian east for Spaine was bound,And on the ilands in their foe-men’s sight,With flames of hungrie fire they did confoundThe Santa Cruze, which did with wealth abound,Making each creeke and corner of the maineTo know the rule of theirElizae’sraigne.346.But should I heere assay to sing of those,Who to eternifie their soueraigne’s name,Renown’d their swords with fall of thousand foes,Had I a brazen trumpe to sound the same,Which might out-sound th’eternall trumpe of fame,Yet not an age drawne out in length of daies,Would me suffice to sing their worthie praise.347.Huighen van Linschoten.Iohannes Parmenius Budæus.The Belgian author of that large discourseOf th’Indian trafickes, truly doth explaineThe matchlesse vertue of their nauall force,And of their high aduentures on the maine,That Saxons Latin muse in loftie straineAbout the world doth sing; yet cruell fateVnto his life did adde too short a date.348.Anno Dom. 1584.SirHumfrey Gilbert.For when braue spirit didGilbert’sthoughts excite,To saile the seas to search for worlds vnfound,This worthie poet with that noble knightIn th’angrie surge, alas, was helplesse drown’d,And swallow’d vp within the deepe’s blacke sound:Yet life toGilbertdead, his verse doth giue,And his owne name, in his owne verse doth liue.349.But leaue we heere those valiant men, that loueTo diue the deepes of Neptune’s high command,To see the wonders of the mightie Ioue,And view meane while, with what auspicious hand,Elizaguides her plentious peopled land,Whose royall raigne and bountie debonaire,Time’s time to come shall count past all compare.350.While those bold martialists, that for their fameIn skill of warre affaires were so renown’d,Did by their swords immortalize her name,So those graue aged fathers, peeres profound,In depth of iudgement with wit’s laurell crown’d,In swaying th’empire’s scepter all her daies,Did guide her steps in the true path of praise.351.Like gods in counsell in the state affaires,They sate in senate skill’d in all things done,Deeds past and future, carrying by their caresThrough broken sleepes the course of things begunStriuing in dead of night the time t’outrun,By good aduice, by plots, and counsels close,T’oppugne, preuent, and circumuent their foes.352.From whom in care of state the royall maidDid counsell take, as from the mouth of Ioue,Still rul’d with reason, as in power obey’d,Not led with false opinions fond selfe-loue,But by their sound aduice did euer proue,How she with lawes respect might best command,Seeing Ioue had put the scepter in her hand.353.And with intent, that in her maiden brestA deepe impression of that pregnant witIn vse of lawes, by vse might be imprest,Mongst the graue senate she did often sit,And her conceit to consultation fit:All princes that true vertue’s race do run,The starre-bright light of counsell will not shun.354.As the good shepheard with respectiue rightOf his meeke flocke, drownes not the night in sleepe,Nor spends the compleat day in his delight;Who distant farre vpon some mountaine steepe,Yet nere in care them safe from spoile doth keepe:So her chiefe care, as carelesse how to pleaseHer owne affect; was care of people’s ease.355.Well did she know, that who would guard and keepeThe state and counsell of a realme aright,Not vtterly dissolu’d in ease and sleepe,Or led with loose affection of delight,They must insist in their owne appetite;But their state-charged thoughts in cares begun,Through broken sleepes, and easelesse toiles must run.356.Yet if she did abstaine from graue affaires,And found fit time to solace her delay,With fond delight she did not ease her cares;But with the ladie muses wont to play,Or Pallas-like would often spend the day,In making wits quaint parlie her best sport,Amidst her virgin troope of stately port.357.Mongst whom, if some, yet mindfull of her worth,With iuorie fingers touch do chance to turneThese luckie leaues, I only picke them forthTo grace Ioue’s wit-bred brood, the thrice three borneWith their great worth, she dead, left now forlorne,That by their power, whence I this verse deriue,She may in them, and they in her suruiue.358.And yee faire nymphs, that like to angels houerAbout the palace of our Britaine king,That locke the hearts of euery gazing louerWithin your lookes, whence all delight doth spring,Of this faire queene vouchsafe to heare me sing,And let her life, to whom she was vnknowne,A Mirrour be for them to gaze vpon.359.It was, alas that now it is not so,Praise-worthie deem’d amongst diuinest dames,In learning’s lore their leasure to bestow,For which the muses to their lasting fames,In golden verse might eternize their names;But now seduc’d with each mind-pleasing toyIn learning’s liking, few do place their ioy.360.Yet she, that could command all ioyes on earth,With sweets of iudgement suckt from learning, skillIn all delights, did moderate her mirth,Nor gaue she swinge vnto her princely willIn any pleasure to affect the fill;But with true temperance aduis’d aright,She best did loue the meane in each delight.361.In musike’s skill mongst princes past compareShe was esteem’d; and yet for that delightThe precious time she did not wholly square,And though in daintie dance she goodly dightWas matchlesse held for her maiestike sprite;Yet not in dalliance did she go astray,Ne yet in dance did dallie out the day.362.She with the seed of Ioue, the muses nine,So frequent was in her yeares youthfull prime,That she of them had learned power diuineTo quell proud loue, if loue at any timeIn her pure brest aloft began to clime,The praise of whom so chaste, and yet so faire,Enuie’s foule selfe not iustly can impaire.363.In learning’s better part her skill was such,That her sweet tongue could speake distinctiuelyGreeke, Latin, Tuscane, Spanish, French, and Dutch:For few could come in friendly ambasieFrom forren parts to greet her maiestie,Whom she not answer’d in their natiue tongue,As if all language on her lips had hung.364.Whereby the world did seeme to plead for rightWithin her court, where in her princely chaire,Astrea-like she sate with powerfull mightTo right the wrong of those, that in despaireOf other’s helpe, to her did make repaire,Who after humble sute backe neuer wentThrough her court gates without true mind’s content.365.Witnesse greatBurbon, when that house of GuiseDid counterchecke thee in thy lawfull claime,In thy defence what prince did then arise,Or with strong hand, who in fight’s bloodie frameDid ioyne to wound thy rebell foes with shame?But England’s queene, who still with fresh supplieDid send her forces gainst thine enemie:366.Anno eodem 34.InStowanno 32.To beare the first brunt in those bloodie broyles,That noble knight, the famousWilloughby,Did crosse the seas, and through important toylesDid lead a multitude, whose valiancieMade France admire our English Britanie,Whom England’s royall virgin did exciteVnto that warre t’aduance thee to thy right.367.An. eodem.And then to reinforce thy strength’s decayWorld-wondredNorrice, Mars his matchlesse sonne,Did with three thousand souldiers passe the sea,Who in French Britaine hauing once begunne,Did not forsake thee, till thy warres were done,Whom many did in this thy cause insue,And in thy French dust did their bloods imbrue.368.An. eodem.Earle of Essex.SirWalter Deuoreux.When nobleDeuoreux, that heroicke knight,To shew his loue to armes and cheualrie,Ingag’d his person in that furious fightBefore that towne, hight Roan in Normandie,His honor’d brother fighting valiantly;Who though but yong, yet oft approu’d in fight,By a small shot was slaine in his owne sight.369.SirWilliam Sackuile.And thou braueSackuile,Buckhurstthird-borne birth,Who in these warres didst change thy life for fame,Although thy bones lie tomb’d in stranger earth,Yet in thy countrie liues thy noble nameAnd honor’d friends, that still record the same:For though blacke death triumph ore humane breath,Yet vertue’s deeds do liue in spight of death.370.Many more valiant men of no meane birth,Whose names obscur’d, are yet not come to light,Being slaine, did falling kisse their mother earth,And with their foreheads trode the ground in fight,Against vntruth t’aduance greatBurbon’sright,Who by their valour, fighting for renowne,Did at the length in peace enioy his crowne.371.Thus Albion’s mistresse as an angell sent,The sonnes of men from hel’s blacke prince to saue,The world’s vsurped rule from Rome did rent,And from her yoke sweet freedome’s comfort gaueTo those her neighbours, that her helpe did craue,Restoring princes to their royaltie,Debas’d by Rome’s insulting tyrannie.372.The which when that seuen-headed beast beheld,Who proudly treads vpon the necks of kingsWith indignation his high stomack sweld,And of the adulterate sect forthwith he wingsMany bald priests t’enact pernicious things,Those close confessors, that most vse their skillTo worke the weaker sex vnto their will.373.An. eodem. 34.With these the bifront Iesuits, that cloakeThemselues in diuers shapes, did seeke againe,Against their prince the people to prouoke,And with pretence of zeale did thinke to traineTheir loyall hearts against their soueraigne:But these their base attempts tooke no euent,Seeing prudent Ioue their plots did still preuent.374.For at this time, the IrishOroick,That bloodie traytour to this kingdome’s state,That with his vtmost diligence did workeWith Rome and Spaine to execute their hate,Being most secure of his vntimely fate,Preuented was, in what he did pretendIn his foule treason by a traytor’s end.375.For after all his plots at length he cameTo proffer seruice to that roiall king,Now monarch of this ile, and in his name,All Ireland in subiection he would bring,If he would shroud him with his soueraigne wing;But he braue prince, t’whom traitors hatefull beene,Did send that traitor to our noble queene.376.O peerelesse prince, that northerne starre so bright,Whose shine did guide vs to the port of rest,When our pure virgin lampe did lose her light,If from thy sight these ruder times be blest,But with one kingly glaunce, graunt this request,As liuing thou didst honour her great name,So shee being dead, O king, still loue the same.377.Persist, persist, to grace her being dead,Who liuing did to thee all grace proclaime,Against her name permit no scandall spread;But quell those black-mouth’d monsters that defameThe Lord’s anointed ourElizae’sname,So thy great name ’gainst enuie’s biting rage,May finde like fauour in the world’s last age.378.After this rebel’s ruine, in whose lifeRome did such hopefull confidence repose,Hoping through him to raise some home-bred strife,Vnable now t’auenge her on her foes,By honour’d meanes in dealing martiall blowes;Being senselesse of all princely roialtieHe sought reuenge by basest treacherie.379.An. Reg. 35.HightLopezhe, that was for physick’s skill,Highly respected in the prince’s grace,Corrupted was her loued life to spill,And had the helpe of heauen not been in place,The roiall virgin in a moment’s spaceIn stead of that, which should haue life protectedHad tasted death in poison strong confected.380.He suffered death,Anno Reg. 36.But that great King of heau’n, whose watchfull eieDid euer guard her maiden brest from taintOf timelesse death, the drift did soone descrie,And made falseLopezin the fact to faint,Depicturing out his fault in feare’s constraint,Who wretched traytor, for his blacke deed done,Blacke death and scandall in the world hath wonne.381.Rome’s demi-god that can at his disposeBy power from heau’n dispence with villanie,Thus did his sanctitie of life disclose,In plotting by inglorious treacherie,Basely to act a virgin’s tragedie;Whose force for fight seem’d both on seas and land,Too full of death for him to countermand.382.Yet once againe with contumelious vaunt,Inuasion threatned was against this land,Which did our queene’s great heart so little daunt,That to her conquering fleet she gaue command,Which readie rig’d lay on the English strand,To seeke the foes for fight in their owne home,Thereby to ease them of their toyle to come.383.The honorable voyage to Cadiz,Anno Reg. 38. Set downe in the end of the last part of the second volume of Nauigations ofR. Hakluit.The royall fleet to do the dame’s command,Rig’d vp to dance on Amphitrite’s greene,With war-like musike’s sound did launch from land,To whom, in loue of Albion’s honor’d queene,Then easefull peace Spaine’s warre more wisht hath beene,Whose bosomes twice ten thousand men did fill,Train’d vp to tread the paths of warre with skill.384.Two noble peeres stood vp to lead them out,The one hightHowardhe, that with renowneGainst Spaine’s blacke fleet successefully had fought,Who now, though honor’d age his head did crowneWith snow-white haires of siluer like soft downe;Yet in despight of yeares respect did goe,As generall of the fleet against the foe.385.The other peere, whose heart heauen grac’d with graceOf goodly gifts, wasEssexnoble knight,Whom from his youth treading the honour’d raceOf valiant men, true vertue did excite,T’affect renowne in warre with chiefe delight,Who best aboue the best of high command,In this exploit went generall of the land.386.They did proclaime their intended voyage in Greeke, Latin, French, Spanish, &c. through most parts of Europe.These lords, not like the foes, did put in vre,Their high exploit, who when their blacke fleete cameDid treate of peace, to make vs more secure;But they each where their purpose to proclaime,Chose fame for herauld to denounce the same,Threatning all nations with their dames iust ire,That should as agents with their foe conspire.387.Many more nobles drew their willing swordsIn this exploit to trie th’Iberian might:BraueSussex,Howard,Harbert, valiant lords,LordWarden,Burk, stoutVeereandCliffordhight,WithLodowickeof Nassau that stranger knight,Don Christopheryoung prince of Portugale,AndVanderfordethe Belgian’s generall.388.From Plimmouth port in safe transport of theseAnd many gallants more, two hundred keeleDid with swift winde cut through the wauie seas,While shee, whose heart th’effects of grace did feele,Not giuing trust vnto the strength of steele,While England’s sacred queene, while shee, I say,For her faire fleete to this effect did pray:389.Recorded by him that wrote this voiage, who carried it with him into Spaine, translated into Latin by D.Marbecke.“Thou guide of all the world, great king of heauen,That seest all hearts with thy all-seeing eye,Thou knowest what cause vs to this warre hath driuen,No thirst of blood, of wealth, or dignitie,No malice of reuenge or iniurie;But to defend thy truth, we lift our armesAnd to preuent our foes intended harmes.390.Heare then, O king of heau’n, thy hand-maid’s prayer,Giue full effect vnto our iust desire,In midst of stormes t’our fleet vouchsafe thy care,And with thy heau’nly fortitude inspireOur souldiers hearts, that they may not retireVnto their homes without victorious fame,T’aduance the glorie of thy holy name.”391.Thus pray’dEliza, to whose iust requestThe God of Hosts aduisefull audience gaue,Who downe descending from his heau’nly rest,Did safely lead her ships, as she did craue,To Cadiz harbor ore the surging waue,Where to all eyes appear’d his true foresigne,That gainst th’Iberians they should victors shine.392.As that thrice happie bird, the peacefull doue,When the old world groaning beneath the raigneOf giants raging rule, was drown’d by Ioue,Brought heau’nly newes of a new world againeVnto the Arke, then floting on the maine:So now a doue did with her presence greetElizae’sArke, then admirall of the fleet.393.Recorded by the Author then present.For loe the fleet riding at seas in sightOf Cadiz towers, making that towne the markeOf their desire, the doue did stay her flightVpon the maine yard of that stately barke,Which long before that time was term’d the Arke,Whose vnexpected presence did professePeace to the fleet; but to the foes distresse:394.Who from the browes of Cadiz loftie towersWith eyes amaz’d, viewing so many a keeleFloting vpon their seas, and seeing such powersOf martiall people arm’d in brightest steele,The cold effects of fainting feare did feele,Through whose faint brests remembrance now did runOf ancient wrongs to England’s empresse done.395.The fleete descri’d, the citie high did ringEach where with horrid sound of shrill alarmes,In euery street Bellona loud did singThe song of battaile, and the foes in swarmesDid throng together in the streets to armes,While fearefull noise of children’s wofull cries,And women’s shrikes did pierce the echoing skies.396.The gates were open set, out rush’t the hoast,Both horse and foote in armes confused sound,Who vaunting of their power did vainely boast,Their fainting foes in battaile to confound,If their bold feete durst presse the sandie ground,Not doubting all their fleete, with fire t’inflame,If from their ships to fight on shore they came.397.And in the gulfie mouth of that faire bay,Where the proud waues doe wash the towne’s white breast,The Spanish nauie ready anchoring lay,All mighty ships bound for the Indian east;But now for fight themselues they soone addrest,With whom twice ten stout gallies did prepare’Gainst th’English fleete to trie the chaunce of warre.398.The honour’d peeres, greatEssex, and his mateRenownedHoward, Time’s swan-white hair’d sonne,Sitting in counsell wisely did debate,How by their fleete with best aduantage wonne,Against the foes the fight might be begunne;For both the castle, forts and towne in sight,Did threaten danger in the nauall fight.399.But through the windowes of heauen’s crystall bowres,Ioue seeing the foemen’s force so full of dread,The citie so well fenc’d with loftie towres;The sea with faire ships fill’d, the field ore spreadWith men of armes, that from the towne made head,Did send to shieldElizae’sfleete from harmes,His braine-borne childe, th’vnconquered queene of armes.400.Who to effect th’Olympian god’s great will,About the fleete from ship to ship did flie,And with such courage euery heart did fill,Inflaming their desires in fight to trieThe valour of the vaunting enemie,That euery one did thirst to trample downeThe loftie pride of Cadiz towring towne.401.Now Earle of Suffolk.The Norfolke noble duke’s vndaunted sonne,Sterne-visag’d like the grim-fac’d god of war,As was decreed, the fight at first begun,Who to the foes like some disastrous star,Or blazing comet did appeare from far;Shooting forth fierie beames from his blacke ship,Which with the mounting waues did forward skip.402.Each aduerse force to fight drew forth their powers,And in a golden morne, when Phœbus drewFrom off the battlements of Cadize towers,The ruddie cheekt Aurorae’s pearlie dew,The thundring bullets interchanged flew,And either side a glorious day to win,With deadly furie did the fight begin.403.The guns, astuns with sounds rebounds from shoreThe souldier’s eares, and death on mischiefe’s backSpit from the canon’s mouth with horrid roreFlies to and fro in clowdes of pitchie black,And 'mongst the valiant men makes spoilefull wrack,While either part like lions far’d in fight,None feeling seruile feare of death’s afright.404.Thus when stoutHowardhad begun the fightWith many more to quell the foemen’s pride,The nobleDeuoreux, that vndaunted knight,Who stood asterne his ship and wishly ei’d,How deepe the skirmish drew on either side,Nere stai’d, as was decreed, to second thoseIn the maine fight, but rusht amongst the foes.405.And as we see the sunne sometimes shine cleareAmidst the skie, then muffle his bright faceIn sable clouds, and straight againe appeare,So famousEssexdid applie each place,Sometimes incircled round with foes embraceHe stood in fight, and sometimes seene of all,He in the forefront did his foes appall.406.Which when graueHowardview’d from farre well dightIn noble armes, himselfe he did betakeVnto his pinnace with lordWilliamhight,His honor’d sonne, and with their powers to makeThe fight more hot, into the presse they brake,Where with fresh strength they labour’d to repellThe foes stout pride, twixt whom the fight grew fell.407.So long as faire Aurorae’s light did shine,They equall fought and neither had the best;But when the feruent sunne began declineFrom th’hot meridian point and day decreast,Feare did inuade each bold Iberian’s brest,Who through the danger of the darkesome waueDid flie their foes, themselues from death to saue.408.
An. Reg. 34.Out of M.R. Hak.in the last part of his second volume.His ghost regardlesse did not passe awayWithout reuenge: for where in haplesse fight,Vnhappie fate did worke his liue’s decay,ThereFrobisherandBorroughthat bold knight,To his Iberian foes did worke despight;For by th’Azores on the stormie maine,Many a faire price they daily did obtaine.342.The Indian barkes at th’ilands they did stop,For which, that naked people which adoreThe king of flames in steepe Olympus top,With wicked steele their grandames ribs had tore,To glut their spacious wombes with golden ore,WhomFrobisherdid send with all their treasure,To be dispos’d at hisElizae’spleasure.343.Meane time, stoutCrosseandBorroughvaliant knight,Against that monster of the fleet of Spaine,TheMadre Dios, did a noble fightBefore those ilands many houres maintaine,Whom by plaine strength, at length they did constraineTo stoope her pride, and hazarding the mightOf twice three hundred, boorded her in fight.344.Who to inrich their noble enterprizeWith a small world of treasure did abound,Ten smaller ships fraught with her merchandize,Which sto’d within her spacious bulke were found,Arriued safe in Thamis siluer sound;For fifteene hundred tunne she did containe,And thirtie foot she drew within the maine.345.They tooke likewise the Santa Clare in fight,Which from the Indian east for Spaine was bound,And on the ilands in their foe-men’s sight,With flames of hungrie fire they did confoundThe Santa Cruze, which did with wealth abound,Making each creeke and corner of the maineTo know the rule of theirElizae’sraigne.346.But should I heere assay to sing of those,Who to eternifie their soueraigne’s name,Renown’d their swords with fall of thousand foes,Had I a brazen trumpe to sound the same,Which might out-sound th’eternall trumpe of fame,Yet not an age drawne out in length of daies,Would me suffice to sing their worthie praise.347.Huighen van Linschoten.Iohannes Parmenius Budæus.The Belgian author of that large discourseOf th’Indian trafickes, truly doth explaineThe matchlesse vertue of their nauall force,And of their high aduentures on the maine,That Saxons Latin muse in loftie straineAbout the world doth sing; yet cruell fateVnto his life did adde too short a date.348.Anno Dom. 1584.SirHumfrey Gilbert.For when braue spirit didGilbert’sthoughts excite,To saile the seas to search for worlds vnfound,This worthie poet with that noble knightIn th’angrie surge, alas, was helplesse drown’d,And swallow’d vp within the deepe’s blacke sound:Yet life toGilbertdead, his verse doth giue,And his owne name, in his owne verse doth liue.349.But leaue we heere those valiant men, that loueTo diue the deepes of Neptune’s high command,To see the wonders of the mightie Ioue,And view meane while, with what auspicious hand,Elizaguides her plentious peopled land,Whose royall raigne and bountie debonaire,Time’s time to come shall count past all compare.350.While those bold martialists, that for their fameIn skill of warre affaires were so renown’d,Did by their swords immortalize her name,So those graue aged fathers, peeres profound,In depth of iudgement with wit’s laurell crown’d,In swaying th’empire’s scepter all her daies,Did guide her steps in the true path of praise.351.Like gods in counsell in the state affaires,They sate in senate skill’d in all things done,Deeds past and future, carrying by their caresThrough broken sleepes the course of things begunStriuing in dead of night the time t’outrun,By good aduice, by plots, and counsels close,T’oppugne, preuent, and circumuent their foes.352.From whom in care of state the royall maidDid counsell take, as from the mouth of Ioue,Still rul’d with reason, as in power obey’d,Not led with false opinions fond selfe-loue,But by their sound aduice did euer proue,How she with lawes respect might best command,Seeing Ioue had put the scepter in her hand.353.And with intent, that in her maiden brestA deepe impression of that pregnant witIn vse of lawes, by vse might be imprest,Mongst the graue senate she did often sit,And her conceit to consultation fit:All princes that true vertue’s race do run,The starre-bright light of counsell will not shun.354.As the good shepheard with respectiue rightOf his meeke flocke, drownes not the night in sleepe,Nor spends the compleat day in his delight;Who distant farre vpon some mountaine steepe,Yet nere in care them safe from spoile doth keepe:So her chiefe care, as carelesse how to pleaseHer owne affect; was care of people’s ease.355.Well did she know, that who would guard and keepeThe state and counsell of a realme aright,Not vtterly dissolu’d in ease and sleepe,Or led with loose affection of delight,They must insist in their owne appetite;But their state-charged thoughts in cares begun,Through broken sleepes, and easelesse toiles must run.356.Yet if she did abstaine from graue affaires,And found fit time to solace her delay,With fond delight she did not ease her cares;But with the ladie muses wont to play,Or Pallas-like would often spend the day,In making wits quaint parlie her best sport,Amidst her virgin troope of stately port.357.Mongst whom, if some, yet mindfull of her worth,With iuorie fingers touch do chance to turneThese luckie leaues, I only picke them forthTo grace Ioue’s wit-bred brood, the thrice three borneWith their great worth, she dead, left now forlorne,That by their power, whence I this verse deriue,She may in them, and they in her suruiue.358.And yee faire nymphs, that like to angels houerAbout the palace of our Britaine king,That locke the hearts of euery gazing louerWithin your lookes, whence all delight doth spring,Of this faire queene vouchsafe to heare me sing,And let her life, to whom she was vnknowne,A Mirrour be for them to gaze vpon.359.It was, alas that now it is not so,Praise-worthie deem’d amongst diuinest dames,In learning’s lore their leasure to bestow,For which the muses to their lasting fames,In golden verse might eternize their names;But now seduc’d with each mind-pleasing toyIn learning’s liking, few do place their ioy.360.Yet she, that could command all ioyes on earth,With sweets of iudgement suckt from learning, skillIn all delights, did moderate her mirth,Nor gaue she swinge vnto her princely willIn any pleasure to affect the fill;But with true temperance aduis’d aright,She best did loue the meane in each delight.361.In musike’s skill mongst princes past compareShe was esteem’d; and yet for that delightThe precious time she did not wholly square,And though in daintie dance she goodly dightWas matchlesse held for her maiestike sprite;Yet not in dalliance did she go astray,Ne yet in dance did dallie out the day.362.She with the seed of Ioue, the muses nine,So frequent was in her yeares youthfull prime,That she of them had learned power diuineTo quell proud loue, if loue at any timeIn her pure brest aloft began to clime,The praise of whom so chaste, and yet so faire,Enuie’s foule selfe not iustly can impaire.363.In learning’s better part her skill was such,That her sweet tongue could speake distinctiuelyGreeke, Latin, Tuscane, Spanish, French, and Dutch:For few could come in friendly ambasieFrom forren parts to greet her maiestie,Whom she not answer’d in their natiue tongue,As if all language on her lips had hung.364.Whereby the world did seeme to plead for rightWithin her court, where in her princely chaire,Astrea-like she sate with powerfull mightTo right the wrong of those, that in despaireOf other’s helpe, to her did make repaire,Who after humble sute backe neuer wentThrough her court gates without true mind’s content.365.Witnesse greatBurbon, when that house of GuiseDid counterchecke thee in thy lawfull claime,In thy defence what prince did then arise,Or with strong hand, who in fight’s bloodie frameDid ioyne to wound thy rebell foes with shame?But England’s queene, who still with fresh supplieDid send her forces gainst thine enemie:366.Anno eodem 34.InStowanno 32.To beare the first brunt in those bloodie broyles,That noble knight, the famousWilloughby,Did crosse the seas, and through important toylesDid lead a multitude, whose valiancieMade France admire our English Britanie,Whom England’s royall virgin did exciteVnto that warre t’aduance thee to thy right.367.An. eodem.And then to reinforce thy strength’s decayWorld-wondredNorrice, Mars his matchlesse sonne,Did with three thousand souldiers passe the sea,Who in French Britaine hauing once begunne,Did not forsake thee, till thy warres were done,Whom many did in this thy cause insue,And in thy French dust did their bloods imbrue.368.An. eodem.Earle of Essex.SirWalter Deuoreux.When nobleDeuoreux, that heroicke knight,To shew his loue to armes and cheualrie,Ingag’d his person in that furious fightBefore that towne, hight Roan in Normandie,His honor’d brother fighting valiantly;Who though but yong, yet oft approu’d in fight,By a small shot was slaine in his owne sight.369.SirWilliam Sackuile.And thou braueSackuile,Buckhurstthird-borne birth,Who in these warres didst change thy life for fame,Although thy bones lie tomb’d in stranger earth,Yet in thy countrie liues thy noble nameAnd honor’d friends, that still record the same:For though blacke death triumph ore humane breath,Yet vertue’s deeds do liue in spight of death.370.Many more valiant men of no meane birth,Whose names obscur’d, are yet not come to light,Being slaine, did falling kisse their mother earth,And with their foreheads trode the ground in fight,Against vntruth t’aduance greatBurbon’sright,Who by their valour, fighting for renowne,Did at the length in peace enioy his crowne.371.Thus Albion’s mistresse as an angell sent,The sonnes of men from hel’s blacke prince to saue,The world’s vsurped rule from Rome did rent,And from her yoke sweet freedome’s comfort gaueTo those her neighbours, that her helpe did craue,Restoring princes to their royaltie,Debas’d by Rome’s insulting tyrannie.372.The which when that seuen-headed beast beheld,Who proudly treads vpon the necks of kingsWith indignation his high stomack sweld,And of the adulterate sect forthwith he wingsMany bald priests t’enact pernicious things,Those close confessors, that most vse their skillTo worke the weaker sex vnto their will.373.An. eodem. 34.With these the bifront Iesuits, that cloakeThemselues in diuers shapes, did seeke againe,Against their prince the people to prouoke,And with pretence of zeale did thinke to traineTheir loyall hearts against their soueraigne:But these their base attempts tooke no euent,Seeing prudent Ioue their plots did still preuent.374.For at this time, the IrishOroick,That bloodie traytour to this kingdome’s state,That with his vtmost diligence did workeWith Rome and Spaine to execute their hate,Being most secure of his vntimely fate,Preuented was, in what he did pretendIn his foule treason by a traytor’s end.375.For after all his plots at length he cameTo proffer seruice to that roiall king,Now monarch of this ile, and in his name,All Ireland in subiection he would bring,If he would shroud him with his soueraigne wing;But he braue prince, t’whom traitors hatefull beene,Did send that traitor to our noble queene.376.O peerelesse prince, that northerne starre so bright,Whose shine did guide vs to the port of rest,When our pure virgin lampe did lose her light,If from thy sight these ruder times be blest,But with one kingly glaunce, graunt this request,As liuing thou didst honour her great name,So shee being dead, O king, still loue the same.377.Persist, persist, to grace her being dead,Who liuing did to thee all grace proclaime,Against her name permit no scandall spread;But quell those black-mouth’d monsters that defameThe Lord’s anointed ourElizae’sname,So thy great name ’gainst enuie’s biting rage,May finde like fauour in the world’s last age.378.After this rebel’s ruine, in whose lifeRome did such hopefull confidence repose,Hoping through him to raise some home-bred strife,Vnable now t’auenge her on her foes,By honour’d meanes in dealing martiall blowes;Being senselesse of all princely roialtieHe sought reuenge by basest treacherie.379.An. Reg. 35.HightLopezhe, that was for physick’s skill,Highly respected in the prince’s grace,Corrupted was her loued life to spill,And had the helpe of heauen not been in place,The roiall virgin in a moment’s spaceIn stead of that, which should haue life protectedHad tasted death in poison strong confected.380.He suffered death,Anno Reg. 36.But that great King of heau’n, whose watchfull eieDid euer guard her maiden brest from taintOf timelesse death, the drift did soone descrie,And made falseLopezin the fact to faint,Depicturing out his fault in feare’s constraint,Who wretched traytor, for his blacke deed done,Blacke death and scandall in the world hath wonne.381.Rome’s demi-god that can at his disposeBy power from heau’n dispence with villanie,Thus did his sanctitie of life disclose,In plotting by inglorious treacherie,Basely to act a virgin’s tragedie;Whose force for fight seem’d both on seas and land,Too full of death for him to countermand.382.Yet once againe with contumelious vaunt,Inuasion threatned was against this land,Which did our queene’s great heart so little daunt,That to her conquering fleet she gaue command,Which readie rig’d lay on the English strand,To seeke the foes for fight in their owne home,Thereby to ease them of their toyle to come.383.The honorable voyage to Cadiz,Anno Reg. 38. Set downe in the end of the last part of the second volume of Nauigations ofR. Hakluit.The royall fleet to do the dame’s command,Rig’d vp to dance on Amphitrite’s greene,With war-like musike’s sound did launch from land,To whom, in loue of Albion’s honor’d queene,Then easefull peace Spaine’s warre more wisht hath beene,Whose bosomes twice ten thousand men did fill,Train’d vp to tread the paths of warre with skill.384.Two noble peeres stood vp to lead them out,The one hightHowardhe, that with renowneGainst Spaine’s blacke fleet successefully had fought,Who now, though honor’d age his head did crowneWith snow-white haires of siluer like soft downe;Yet in despight of yeares respect did goe,As generall of the fleet against the foe.385.The other peere, whose heart heauen grac’d with graceOf goodly gifts, wasEssexnoble knight,Whom from his youth treading the honour’d raceOf valiant men, true vertue did excite,T’affect renowne in warre with chiefe delight,Who best aboue the best of high command,In this exploit went generall of the land.386.They did proclaime their intended voyage in Greeke, Latin, French, Spanish, &c. through most parts of Europe.These lords, not like the foes, did put in vre,Their high exploit, who when their blacke fleete cameDid treate of peace, to make vs more secure;But they each where their purpose to proclaime,Chose fame for herauld to denounce the same,Threatning all nations with their dames iust ire,That should as agents with their foe conspire.387.Many more nobles drew their willing swordsIn this exploit to trie th’Iberian might:BraueSussex,Howard,Harbert, valiant lords,LordWarden,Burk, stoutVeereandCliffordhight,WithLodowickeof Nassau that stranger knight,Don Christopheryoung prince of Portugale,AndVanderfordethe Belgian’s generall.388.From Plimmouth port in safe transport of theseAnd many gallants more, two hundred keeleDid with swift winde cut through the wauie seas,While shee, whose heart th’effects of grace did feele,Not giuing trust vnto the strength of steele,While England’s sacred queene, while shee, I say,For her faire fleete to this effect did pray:389.Recorded by him that wrote this voiage, who carried it with him into Spaine, translated into Latin by D.Marbecke.“Thou guide of all the world, great king of heauen,That seest all hearts with thy all-seeing eye,Thou knowest what cause vs to this warre hath driuen,No thirst of blood, of wealth, or dignitie,No malice of reuenge or iniurie;But to defend thy truth, we lift our armesAnd to preuent our foes intended harmes.390.Heare then, O king of heau’n, thy hand-maid’s prayer,Giue full effect vnto our iust desire,In midst of stormes t’our fleet vouchsafe thy care,And with thy heau’nly fortitude inspireOur souldiers hearts, that they may not retireVnto their homes without victorious fame,T’aduance the glorie of thy holy name.”391.Thus pray’dEliza, to whose iust requestThe God of Hosts aduisefull audience gaue,Who downe descending from his heau’nly rest,Did safely lead her ships, as she did craue,To Cadiz harbor ore the surging waue,Where to all eyes appear’d his true foresigne,That gainst th’Iberians they should victors shine.392.As that thrice happie bird, the peacefull doue,When the old world groaning beneath the raigneOf giants raging rule, was drown’d by Ioue,Brought heau’nly newes of a new world againeVnto the Arke, then floting on the maine:So now a doue did with her presence greetElizae’sArke, then admirall of the fleet.393.Recorded by the Author then present.For loe the fleet riding at seas in sightOf Cadiz towers, making that towne the markeOf their desire, the doue did stay her flightVpon the maine yard of that stately barke,Which long before that time was term’d the Arke,Whose vnexpected presence did professePeace to the fleet; but to the foes distresse:394.Who from the browes of Cadiz loftie towersWith eyes amaz’d, viewing so many a keeleFloting vpon their seas, and seeing such powersOf martiall people arm’d in brightest steele,The cold effects of fainting feare did feele,Through whose faint brests remembrance now did runOf ancient wrongs to England’s empresse done.395.The fleete descri’d, the citie high did ringEach where with horrid sound of shrill alarmes,In euery street Bellona loud did singThe song of battaile, and the foes in swarmesDid throng together in the streets to armes,While fearefull noise of children’s wofull cries,And women’s shrikes did pierce the echoing skies.396.The gates were open set, out rush’t the hoast,Both horse and foote in armes confused sound,Who vaunting of their power did vainely boast,Their fainting foes in battaile to confound,If their bold feete durst presse the sandie ground,Not doubting all their fleete, with fire t’inflame,If from their ships to fight on shore they came.397.And in the gulfie mouth of that faire bay,Where the proud waues doe wash the towne’s white breast,The Spanish nauie ready anchoring lay,All mighty ships bound for the Indian east;But now for fight themselues they soone addrest,With whom twice ten stout gallies did prepare’Gainst th’English fleete to trie the chaunce of warre.398.The honour’d peeres, greatEssex, and his mateRenownedHoward, Time’s swan-white hair’d sonne,Sitting in counsell wisely did debate,How by their fleete with best aduantage wonne,Against the foes the fight might be begunne;For both the castle, forts and towne in sight,Did threaten danger in the nauall fight.399.But through the windowes of heauen’s crystall bowres,Ioue seeing the foemen’s force so full of dread,The citie so well fenc’d with loftie towres;The sea with faire ships fill’d, the field ore spreadWith men of armes, that from the towne made head,Did send to shieldElizae’sfleete from harmes,His braine-borne childe, th’vnconquered queene of armes.400.Who to effect th’Olympian god’s great will,About the fleete from ship to ship did flie,And with such courage euery heart did fill,Inflaming their desires in fight to trieThe valour of the vaunting enemie,That euery one did thirst to trample downeThe loftie pride of Cadiz towring towne.401.Now Earle of Suffolk.The Norfolke noble duke’s vndaunted sonne,Sterne-visag’d like the grim-fac’d god of war,As was decreed, the fight at first begun,Who to the foes like some disastrous star,Or blazing comet did appeare from far;Shooting forth fierie beames from his blacke ship,Which with the mounting waues did forward skip.402.Each aduerse force to fight drew forth their powers,And in a golden morne, when Phœbus drewFrom off the battlements of Cadize towers,The ruddie cheekt Aurorae’s pearlie dew,The thundring bullets interchanged flew,And either side a glorious day to win,With deadly furie did the fight begin.403.The guns, astuns with sounds rebounds from shoreThe souldier’s eares, and death on mischiefe’s backSpit from the canon’s mouth with horrid roreFlies to and fro in clowdes of pitchie black,And 'mongst the valiant men makes spoilefull wrack,While either part like lions far’d in fight,None feeling seruile feare of death’s afright.404.Thus when stoutHowardhad begun the fightWith many more to quell the foemen’s pride,The nobleDeuoreux, that vndaunted knight,Who stood asterne his ship and wishly ei’d,How deepe the skirmish drew on either side,Nere stai’d, as was decreed, to second thoseIn the maine fight, but rusht amongst the foes.405.And as we see the sunne sometimes shine cleareAmidst the skie, then muffle his bright faceIn sable clouds, and straight againe appeare,So famousEssexdid applie each place,Sometimes incircled round with foes embraceHe stood in fight, and sometimes seene of all,He in the forefront did his foes appall.406.Which when graueHowardview’d from farre well dightIn noble armes, himselfe he did betakeVnto his pinnace with lordWilliamhight,His honor’d sonne, and with their powers to makeThe fight more hot, into the presse they brake,Where with fresh strength they labour’d to repellThe foes stout pride, twixt whom the fight grew fell.407.So long as faire Aurorae’s light did shine,They equall fought and neither had the best;But when the feruent sunne began declineFrom th’hot meridian point and day decreast,Feare did inuade each bold Iberian’s brest,Who through the danger of the darkesome waueDid flie their foes, themselues from death to saue.408.
An. Reg. 34.Out of M.R. Hak.in the last part of his second volume.
His ghost regardlesse did not passe awayWithout reuenge: for where in haplesse fight,Vnhappie fate did worke his liue’s decay,ThereFrobisherandBorroughthat bold knight,To his Iberian foes did worke despight;For by th’Azores on the stormie maine,Many a faire price they daily did obtaine.
His ghost regardlesse did not passe away
Without reuenge: for where in haplesse fight,
Vnhappie fate did worke his liue’s decay,
ThereFrobisherandBorroughthat bold knight,
To his Iberian foes did worke despight;
For by th’Azores on the stormie maine,
Many a faire price they daily did obtaine.
342.
The Indian barkes at th’ilands they did stop,For which, that naked people which adoreThe king of flames in steepe Olympus top,With wicked steele their grandames ribs had tore,To glut their spacious wombes with golden ore,WhomFrobisherdid send with all their treasure,To be dispos’d at hisElizae’spleasure.
The Indian barkes at th’ilands they did stop,
For which, that naked people which adore
The king of flames in steepe Olympus top,
With wicked steele their grandames ribs had tore,
To glut their spacious wombes with golden ore,
WhomFrobisherdid send with all their treasure,
To be dispos’d at hisElizae’spleasure.
343.
Meane time, stoutCrosseandBorroughvaliant knight,Against that monster of the fleet of Spaine,TheMadre Dios, did a noble fightBefore those ilands many houres maintaine,Whom by plaine strength, at length they did constraineTo stoope her pride, and hazarding the mightOf twice three hundred, boorded her in fight.
Meane time, stoutCrosseandBorroughvaliant knight,
Against that monster of the fleet of Spaine,
TheMadre Dios, did a noble fight
Before those ilands many houres maintaine,
Whom by plaine strength, at length they did constraine
To stoope her pride, and hazarding the might
Of twice three hundred, boorded her in fight.
344.
Who to inrich their noble enterprizeWith a small world of treasure did abound,Ten smaller ships fraught with her merchandize,Which sto’d within her spacious bulke were found,Arriued safe in Thamis siluer sound;For fifteene hundred tunne she did containe,And thirtie foot she drew within the maine.
Who to inrich their noble enterprize
With a small world of treasure did abound,
Ten smaller ships fraught with her merchandize,
Which sto’d within her spacious bulke were found,
Arriued safe in Thamis siluer sound;
For fifteene hundred tunne she did containe,
And thirtie foot she drew within the maine.
345.
They tooke likewise the Santa Clare in fight,Which from the Indian east for Spaine was bound,And on the ilands in their foe-men’s sight,With flames of hungrie fire they did confoundThe Santa Cruze, which did with wealth abound,Making each creeke and corner of the maineTo know the rule of theirElizae’sraigne.
They tooke likewise the Santa Clare in fight,
Which from the Indian east for Spaine was bound,
And on the ilands in their foe-men’s sight,
With flames of hungrie fire they did confound
The Santa Cruze, which did with wealth abound,
Making each creeke and corner of the maine
To know the rule of theirElizae’sraigne.
346.
But should I heere assay to sing of those,Who to eternifie their soueraigne’s name,Renown’d their swords with fall of thousand foes,Had I a brazen trumpe to sound the same,Which might out-sound th’eternall trumpe of fame,Yet not an age drawne out in length of daies,Would me suffice to sing their worthie praise.
But should I heere assay to sing of those,
Who to eternifie their soueraigne’s name,
Renown’d their swords with fall of thousand foes,
Had I a brazen trumpe to sound the same,
Which might out-sound th’eternall trumpe of fame,
Yet not an age drawne out in length of daies,
Would me suffice to sing their worthie praise.
347.
Huighen van Linschoten.
Iohannes Parmenius Budæus.
The Belgian author of that large discourseOf th’Indian trafickes, truly doth explaineThe matchlesse vertue of their nauall force,And of their high aduentures on the maine,That Saxons Latin muse in loftie straineAbout the world doth sing; yet cruell fateVnto his life did adde too short a date.
The Belgian author of that large discourse
Of th’Indian trafickes, truly doth explaine
The matchlesse vertue of their nauall force,
And of their high aduentures on the maine,
That Saxons Latin muse in loftie straine
About the world doth sing; yet cruell fate
Vnto his life did adde too short a date.
348.
Anno Dom. 1584.SirHumfrey Gilbert.
For when braue spirit didGilbert’sthoughts excite,To saile the seas to search for worlds vnfound,This worthie poet with that noble knightIn th’angrie surge, alas, was helplesse drown’d,And swallow’d vp within the deepe’s blacke sound:Yet life toGilbertdead, his verse doth giue,And his owne name, in his owne verse doth liue.
For when braue spirit didGilbert’sthoughts excite,
To saile the seas to search for worlds vnfound,
This worthie poet with that noble knight
In th’angrie surge, alas, was helplesse drown’d,
And swallow’d vp within the deepe’s blacke sound:
Yet life toGilbertdead, his verse doth giue,
And his owne name, in his owne verse doth liue.
349.
But leaue we heere those valiant men, that loueTo diue the deepes of Neptune’s high command,To see the wonders of the mightie Ioue,And view meane while, with what auspicious hand,Elizaguides her plentious peopled land,Whose royall raigne and bountie debonaire,Time’s time to come shall count past all compare.
But leaue we heere those valiant men, that loue
To diue the deepes of Neptune’s high command,
To see the wonders of the mightie Ioue,
And view meane while, with what auspicious hand,
Elizaguides her plentious peopled land,
Whose royall raigne and bountie debonaire,
Time’s time to come shall count past all compare.
350.
While those bold martialists, that for their fameIn skill of warre affaires were so renown’d,Did by their swords immortalize her name,So those graue aged fathers, peeres profound,In depth of iudgement with wit’s laurell crown’d,In swaying th’empire’s scepter all her daies,Did guide her steps in the true path of praise.
While those bold martialists, that for their fame
In skill of warre affaires were so renown’d,
Did by their swords immortalize her name,
So those graue aged fathers, peeres profound,
In depth of iudgement with wit’s laurell crown’d,
In swaying th’empire’s scepter all her daies,
Did guide her steps in the true path of praise.
351.
Like gods in counsell in the state affaires,They sate in senate skill’d in all things done,Deeds past and future, carrying by their caresThrough broken sleepes the course of things begunStriuing in dead of night the time t’outrun,By good aduice, by plots, and counsels close,T’oppugne, preuent, and circumuent their foes.
Like gods in counsell in the state affaires,
They sate in senate skill’d in all things done,
Deeds past and future, carrying by their cares
Through broken sleepes the course of things begun
Striuing in dead of night the time t’outrun,
By good aduice, by plots, and counsels close,
T’oppugne, preuent, and circumuent their foes.
352.
From whom in care of state the royall maidDid counsell take, as from the mouth of Ioue,Still rul’d with reason, as in power obey’d,Not led with false opinions fond selfe-loue,But by their sound aduice did euer proue,How she with lawes respect might best command,Seeing Ioue had put the scepter in her hand.
From whom in care of state the royall maid
Did counsell take, as from the mouth of Ioue,
Still rul’d with reason, as in power obey’d,
Not led with false opinions fond selfe-loue,
But by their sound aduice did euer proue,
How she with lawes respect might best command,
Seeing Ioue had put the scepter in her hand.
353.
And with intent, that in her maiden brestA deepe impression of that pregnant witIn vse of lawes, by vse might be imprest,Mongst the graue senate she did often sit,And her conceit to consultation fit:All princes that true vertue’s race do run,The starre-bright light of counsell will not shun.
And with intent, that in her maiden brest
A deepe impression of that pregnant wit
In vse of lawes, by vse might be imprest,
Mongst the graue senate she did often sit,
And her conceit to consultation fit:
All princes that true vertue’s race do run,
The starre-bright light of counsell will not shun.
354.
As the good shepheard with respectiue rightOf his meeke flocke, drownes not the night in sleepe,Nor spends the compleat day in his delight;Who distant farre vpon some mountaine steepe,Yet nere in care them safe from spoile doth keepe:So her chiefe care, as carelesse how to pleaseHer owne affect; was care of people’s ease.
As the good shepheard with respectiue right
Of his meeke flocke, drownes not the night in sleepe,
Nor spends the compleat day in his delight;
Who distant farre vpon some mountaine steepe,
Yet nere in care them safe from spoile doth keepe:
So her chiefe care, as carelesse how to please
Her owne affect; was care of people’s ease.
355.
Well did she know, that who would guard and keepeThe state and counsell of a realme aright,Not vtterly dissolu’d in ease and sleepe,Or led with loose affection of delight,They must insist in their owne appetite;But their state-charged thoughts in cares begun,Through broken sleepes, and easelesse toiles must run.
Well did she know, that who would guard and keepe
The state and counsell of a realme aright,
Not vtterly dissolu’d in ease and sleepe,
Or led with loose affection of delight,
They must insist in their owne appetite;
But their state-charged thoughts in cares begun,
Through broken sleepes, and easelesse toiles must run.
356.
Yet if she did abstaine from graue affaires,And found fit time to solace her delay,With fond delight she did not ease her cares;But with the ladie muses wont to play,Or Pallas-like would often spend the day,In making wits quaint parlie her best sport,Amidst her virgin troope of stately port.
Yet if she did abstaine from graue affaires,
And found fit time to solace her delay,
With fond delight she did not ease her cares;
But with the ladie muses wont to play,
Or Pallas-like would often spend the day,
In making wits quaint parlie her best sport,
Amidst her virgin troope of stately port.
357.
Mongst whom, if some, yet mindfull of her worth,With iuorie fingers touch do chance to turneThese luckie leaues, I only picke them forthTo grace Ioue’s wit-bred brood, the thrice three borneWith their great worth, she dead, left now forlorne,That by their power, whence I this verse deriue,She may in them, and they in her suruiue.
Mongst whom, if some, yet mindfull of her worth,
With iuorie fingers touch do chance to turne
These luckie leaues, I only picke them forth
To grace Ioue’s wit-bred brood, the thrice three borne
With their great worth, she dead, left now forlorne,
That by their power, whence I this verse deriue,
She may in them, and they in her suruiue.
358.
And yee faire nymphs, that like to angels houerAbout the palace of our Britaine king,That locke the hearts of euery gazing louerWithin your lookes, whence all delight doth spring,Of this faire queene vouchsafe to heare me sing,And let her life, to whom she was vnknowne,A Mirrour be for them to gaze vpon.
And yee faire nymphs, that like to angels houer
About the palace of our Britaine king,
That locke the hearts of euery gazing louer
Within your lookes, whence all delight doth spring,
Of this faire queene vouchsafe to heare me sing,
And let her life, to whom she was vnknowne,
A Mirrour be for them to gaze vpon.
359.
It was, alas that now it is not so,Praise-worthie deem’d amongst diuinest dames,In learning’s lore their leasure to bestow,For which the muses to their lasting fames,In golden verse might eternize their names;But now seduc’d with each mind-pleasing toyIn learning’s liking, few do place their ioy.
It was, alas that now it is not so,
Praise-worthie deem’d amongst diuinest dames,
In learning’s lore their leasure to bestow,
For which the muses to their lasting fames,
In golden verse might eternize their names;
But now seduc’d with each mind-pleasing toy
In learning’s liking, few do place their ioy.
360.
Yet she, that could command all ioyes on earth,With sweets of iudgement suckt from learning, skillIn all delights, did moderate her mirth,Nor gaue she swinge vnto her princely willIn any pleasure to affect the fill;But with true temperance aduis’d aright,She best did loue the meane in each delight.
Yet she, that could command all ioyes on earth,
With sweets of iudgement suckt from learning, skill
In all delights, did moderate her mirth,
Nor gaue she swinge vnto her princely will
In any pleasure to affect the fill;
But with true temperance aduis’d aright,
She best did loue the meane in each delight.
361.
In musike’s skill mongst princes past compareShe was esteem’d; and yet for that delightThe precious time she did not wholly square,And though in daintie dance she goodly dightWas matchlesse held for her maiestike sprite;Yet not in dalliance did she go astray,Ne yet in dance did dallie out the day.
In musike’s skill mongst princes past compare
She was esteem’d; and yet for that delight
The precious time she did not wholly square,
And though in daintie dance she goodly dight
Was matchlesse held for her maiestike sprite;
Yet not in dalliance did she go astray,
Ne yet in dance did dallie out the day.
362.
She with the seed of Ioue, the muses nine,So frequent was in her yeares youthfull prime,That she of them had learned power diuineTo quell proud loue, if loue at any timeIn her pure brest aloft began to clime,The praise of whom so chaste, and yet so faire,Enuie’s foule selfe not iustly can impaire.
She with the seed of Ioue, the muses nine,
So frequent was in her yeares youthfull prime,
That she of them had learned power diuine
To quell proud loue, if loue at any time
In her pure brest aloft began to clime,
The praise of whom so chaste, and yet so faire,
Enuie’s foule selfe not iustly can impaire.
363.
In learning’s better part her skill was such,That her sweet tongue could speake distinctiuelyGreeke, Latin, Tuscane, Spanish, French, and Dutch:For few could come in friendly ambasieFrom forren parts to greet her maiestie,Whom she not answer’d in their natiue tongue,As if all language on her lips had hung.
In learning’s better part her skill was such,
That her sweet tongue could speake distinctiuely
Greeke, Latin, Tuscane, Spanish, French, and Dutch:
For few could come in friendly ambasie
From forren parts to greet her maiestie,
Whom she not answer’d in their natiue tongue,
As if all language on her lips had hung.
364.
Whereby the world did seeme to plead for rightWithin her court, where in her princely chaire,Astrea-like she sate with powerfull mightTo right the wrong of those, that in despaireOf other’s helpe, to her did make repaire,Who after humble sute backe neuer wentThrough her court gates without true mind’s content.
Whereby the world did seeme to plead for right
Within her court, where in her princely chaire,
Astrea-like she sate with powerfull might
To right the wrong of those, that in despaire
Of other’s helpe, to her did make repaire,
Who after humble sute backe neuer went
Through her court gates without true mind’s content.
365.
Witnesse greatBurbon, when that house of GuiseDid counterchecke thee in thy lawfull claime,In thy defence what prince did then arise,Or with strong hand, who in fight’s bloodie frameDid ioyne to wound thy rebell foes with shame?But England’s queene, who still with fresh supplieDid send her forces gainst thine enemie:
Witnesse greatBurbon, when that house of Guise
Did counterchecke thee in thy lawfull claime,
In thy defence what prince did then arise,
Or with strong hand, who in fight’s bloodie frame
Did ioyne to wound thy rebell foes with shame?
But England’s queene, who still with fresh supplie
Did send her forces gainst thine enemie:
366.
Anno eodem 34.InStowanno 32.
To beare the first brunt in those bloodie broyles,That noble knight, the famousWilloughby,Did crosse the seas, and through important toylesDid lead a multitude, whose valiancieMade France admire our English Britanie,Whom England’s royall virgin did exciteVnto that warre t’aduance thee to thy right.
To beare the first brunt in those bloodie broyles,
That noble knight, the famousWilloughby,
Did crosse the seas, and through important toyles
Did lead a multitude, whose valiancie
Made France admire our English Britanie,
Whom England’s royall virgin did excite
Vnto that warre t’aduance thee to thy right.
367.
An. eodem.
And then to reinforce thy strength’s decayWorld-wondredNorrice, Mars his matchlesse sonne,Did with three thousand souldiers passe the sea,Who in French Britaine hauing once begunne,Did not forsake thee, till thy warres were done,Whom many did in this thy cause insue,And in thy French dust did their bloods imbrue.
And then to reinforce thy strength’s decay
World-wondredNorrice, Mars his matchlesse sonne,
Did with three thousand souldiers passe the sea,
Who in French Britaine hauing once begunne,
Did not forsake thee, till thy warres were done,
Whom many did in this thy cause insue,
And in thy French dust did their bloods imbrue.
368.
An. eodem.Earle of Essex.
SirWalter Deuoreux.
When nobleDeuoreux, that heroicke knight,To shew his loue to armes and cheualrie,Ingag’d his person in that furious fightBefore that towne, hight Roan in Normandie,His honor’d brother fighting valiantly;Who though but yong, yet oft approu’d in fight,By a small shot was slaine in his owne sight.
When nobleDeuoreux, that heroicke knight,
To shew his loue to armes and cheualrie,
Ingag’d his person in that furious fight
Before that towne, hight Roan in Normandie,
His honor’d brother fighting valiantly;
Who though but yong, yet oft approu’d in fight,
By a small shot was slaine in his owne sight.
369.
SirWilliam Sackuile.
And thou braueSackuile,Buckhurstthird-borne birth,Who in these warres didst change thy life for fame,Although thy bones lie tomb’d in stranger earth,Yet in thy countrie liues thy noble nameAnd honor’d friends, that still record the same:For though blacke death triumph ore humane breath,Yet vertue’s deeds do liue in spight of death.
And thou braueSackuile,Buckhurstthird-borne birth,
Who in these warres didst change thy life for fame,
Although thy bones lie tomb’d in stranger earth,
Yet in thy countrie liues thy noble name
And honor’d friends, that still record the same:
For though blacke death triumph ore humane breath,
Yet vertue’s deeds do liue in spight of death.
370.
Many more valiant men of no meane birth,Whose names obscur’d, are yet not come to light,Being slaine, did falling kisse their mother earth,And with their foreheads trode the ground in fight,Against vntruth t’aduance greatBurbon’sright,Who by their valour, fighting for renowne,Did at the length in peace enioy his crowne.
Many more valiant men of no meane birth,
Whose names obscur’d, are yet not come to light,
Being slaine, did falling kisse their mother earth,
And with their foreheads trode the ground in fight,
Against vntruth t’aduance greatBurbon’sright,
Who by their valour, fighting for renowne,
Did at the length in peace enioy his crowne.
371.
Thus Albion’s mistresse as an angell sent,The sonnes of men from hel’s blacke prince to saue,The world’s vsurped rule from Rome did rent,And from her yoke sweet freedome’s comfort gaueTo those her neighbours, that her helpe did craue,Restoring princes to their royaltie,Debas’d by Rome’s insulting tyrannie.
Thus Albion’s mistresse as an angell sent,
The sonnes of men from hel’s blacke prince to saue,
The world’s vsurped rule from Rome did rent,
And from her yoke sweet freedome’s comfort gaue
To those her neighbours, that her helpe did craue,
Restoring princes to their royaltie,
Debas’d by Rome’s insulting tyrannie.
372.
The which when that seuen-headed beast beheld,Who proudly treads vpon the necks of kingsWith indignation his high stomack sweld,And of the adulterate sect forthwith he wingsMany bald priests t’enact pernicious things,Those close confessors, that most vse their skillTo worke the weaker sex vnto their will.
The which when that seuen-headed beast beheld,
Who proudly treads vpon the necks of kings
With indignation his high stomack sweld,
And of the adulterate sect forthwith he wings
Many bald priests t’enact pernicious things,
Those close confessors, that most vse their skill
To worke the weaker sex vnto their will.
373.
An. eodem. 34.
With these the bifront Iesuits, that cloakeThemselues in diuers shapes, did seeke againe,Against their prince the people to prouoke,And with pretence of zeale did thinke to traineTheir loyall hearts against their soueraigne:But these their base attempts tooke no euent,Seeing prudent Ioue their plots did still preuent.
With these the bifront Iesuits, that cloake
Themselues in diuers shapes, did seeke againe,
Against their prince the people to prouoke,
And with pretence of zeale did thinke to traine
Their loyall hearts against their soueraigne:
But these their base attempts tooke no euent,
Seeing prudent Ioue their plots did still preuent.
374.
For at this time, the IrishOroick,That bloodie traytour to this kingdome’s state,That with his vtmost diligence did workeWith Rome and Spaine to execute their hate,Being most secure of his vntimely fate,Preuented was, in what he did pretendIn his foule treason by a traytor’s end.
For at this time, the IrishOroick,
That bloodie traytour to this kingdome’s state,
That with his vtmost diligence did worke
With Rome and Spaine to execute their hate,
Being most secure of his vntimely fate,
Preuented was, in what he did pretend
In his foule treason by a traytor’s end.
375.
For after all his plots at length he cameTo proffer seruice to that roiall king,Now monarch of this ile, and in his name,All Ireland in subiection he would bring,If he would shroud him with his soueraigne wing;But he braue prince, t’whom traitors hatefull beene,Did send that traitor to our noble queene.
For after all his plots at length he came
To proffer seruice to that roiall king,
Now monarch of this ile, and in his name,
All Ireland in subiection he would bring,
If he would shroud him with his soueraigne wing;
But he braue prince, t’whom traitors hatefull beene,
Did send that traitor to our noble queene.
376.
O peerelesse prince, that northerne starre so bright,Whose shine did guide vs to the port of rest,When our pure virgin lampe did lose her light,If from thy sight these ruder times be blest,But with one kingly glaunce, graunt this request,As liuing thou didst honour her great name,So shee being dead, O king, still loue the same.
O peerelesse prince, that northerne starre so bright,
Whose shine did guide vs to the port of rest,
When our pure virgin lampe did lose her light,
If from thy sight these ruder times be blest,
But with one kingly glaunce, graunt this request,
As liuing thou didst honour her great name,
So shee being dead, O king, still loue the same.
377.
Persist, persist, to grace her being dead,Who liuing did to thee all grace proclaime,Against her name permit no scandall spread;But quell those black-mouth’d monsters that defameThe Lord’s anointed ourElizae’sname,So thy great name ’gainst enuie’s biting rage,May finde like fauour in the world’s last age.
Persist, persist, to grace her being dead,
Who liuing did to thee all grace proclaime,
Against her name permit no scandall spread;
But quell those black-mouth’d monsters that defame
The Lord’s anointed ourElizae’sname,
So thy great name ’gainst enuie’s biting rage,
May finde like fauour in the world’s last age.
378.
After this rebel’s ruine, in whose lifeRome did such hopefull confidence repose,Hoping through him to raise some home-bred strife,Vnable now t’auenge her on her foes,By honour’d meanes in dealing martiall blowes;Being senselesse of all princely roialtieHe sought reuenge by basest treacherie.
After this rebel’s ruine, in whose life
Rome did such hopefull confidence repose,
Hoping through him to raise some home-bred strife,
Vnable now t’auenge her on her foes,
By honour’d meanes in dealing martiall blowes;
Being senselesse of all princely roialtie
He sought reuenge by basest treacherie.
379.
An. Reg. 35.
HightLopezhe, that was for physick’s skill,Highly respected in the prince’s grace,Corrupted was her loued life to spill,And had the helpe of heauen not been in place,The roiall virgin in a moment’s spaceIn stead of that, which should haue life protectedHad tasted death in poison strong confected.
HightLopezhe, that was for physick’s skill,
Highly respected in the prince’s grace,
Corrupted was her loued life to spill,
And had the helpe of heauen not been in place,
The roiall virgin in a moment’s space
In stead of that, which should haue life protected
Had tasted death in poison strong confected.
380.
He suffered death,Anno Reg. 36.
But that great King of heau’n, whose watchfull eieDid euer guard her maiden brest from taintOf timelesse death, the drift did soone descrie,And made falseLopezin the fact to faint,Depicturing out his fault in feare’s constraint,Who wretched traytor, for his blacke deed done,Blacke death and scandall in the world hath wonne.
But that great King of heau’n, whose watchfull eie
Did euer guard her maiden brest from taint
Of timelesse death, the drift did soone descrie,
And made falseLopezin the fact to faint,
Depicturing out his fault in feare’s constraint,
Who wretched traytor, for his blacke deed done,
Blacke death and scandall in the world hath wonne.
381.
Rome’s demi-god that can at his disposeBy power from heau’n dispence with villanie,Thus did his sanctitie of life disclose,In plotting by inglorious treacherie,Basely to act a virgin’s tragedie;Whose force for fight seem’d both on seas and land,Too full of death for him to countermand.
Rome’s demi-god that can at his dispose
By power from heau’n dispence with villanie,
Thus did his sanctitie of life disclose,
In plotting by inglorious treacherie,
Basely to act a virgin’s tragedie;
Whose force for fight seem’d both on seas and land,
Too full of death for him to countermand.
382.
Yet once againe with contumelious vaunt,Inuasion threatned was against this land,Which did our queene’s great heart so little daunt,That to her conquering fleet she gaue command,Which readie rig’d lay on the English strand,To seeke the foes for fight in their owne home,Thereby to ease them of their toyle to come.
Yet once againe with contumelious vaunt,
Inuasion threatned was against this land,
Which did our queene’s great heart so little daunt,
That to her conquering fleet she gaue command,
Which readie rig’d lay on the English strand,
To seeke the foes for fight in their owne home,
Thereby to ease them of their toyle to come.
383.
The honorable voyage to Cadiz,Anno Reg. 38. Set downe in the end of the last part of the second volume of Nauigations ofR. Hakluit.
The royall fleet to do the dame’s command,Rig’d vp to dance on Amphitrite’s greene,With war-like musike’s sound did launch from land,To whom, in loue of Albion’s honor’d queene,Then easefull peace Spaine’s warre more wisht hath beene,Whose bosomes twice ten thousand men did fill,Train’d vp to tread the paths of warre with skill.
The royall fleet to do the dame’s command,
Rig’d vp to dance on Amphitrite’s greene,
With war-like musike’s sound did launch from land,
To whom, in loue of Albion’s honor’d queene,
Then easefull peace Spaine’s warre more wisht hath beene,
Whose bosomes twice ten thousand men did fill,
Train’d vp to tread the paths of warre with skill.
384.
Two noble peeres stood vp to lead them out,The one hightHowardhe, that with renowneGainst Spaine’s blacke fleet successefully had fought,Who now, though honor’d age his head did crowneWith snow-white haires of siluer like soft downe;Yet in despight of yeares respect did goe,As generall of the fleet against the foe.
Two noble peeres stood vp to lead them out,
The one hightHowardhe, that with renowne
Gainst Spaine’s blacke fleet successefully had fought,
Who now, though honor’d age his head did crowne
With snow-white haires of siluer like soft downe;
Yet in despight of yeares respect did goe,
As generall of the fleet against the foe.
385.
The other peere, whose heart heauen grac’d with graceOf goodly gifts, wasEssexnoble knight,Whom from his youth treading the honour’d raceOf valiant men, true vertue did excite,T’affect renowne in warre with chiefe delight,Who best aboue the best of high command,In this exploit went generall of the land.
The other peere, whose heart heauen grac’d with grace
Of goodly gifts, wasEssexnoble knight,
Whom from his youth treading the honour’d race
Of valiant men, true vertue did excite,
T’affect renowne in warre with chiefe delight,
Who best aboue the best of high command,
In this exploit went generall of the land.
386.
They did proclaime their intended voyage in Greeke, Latin, French, Spanish, &c. through most parts of Europe.
These lords, not like the foes, did put in vre,Their high exploit, who when their blacke fleete cameDid treate of peace, to make vs more secure;But they each where their purpose to proclaime,Chose fame for herauld to denounce the same,Threatning all nations with their dames iust ire,That should as agents with their foe conspire.
These lords, not like the foes, did put in vre,
Their high exploit, who when their blacke fleete came
Did treate of peace, to make vs more secure;
But they each where their purpose to proclaime,
Chose fame for herauld to denounce the same,
Threatning all nations with their dames iust ire,
That should as agents with their foe conspire.
387.
Many more nobles drew their willing swordsIn this exploit to trie th’Iberian might:BraueSussex,Howard,Harbert, valiant lords,LordWarden,Burk, stoutVeereandCliffordhight,WithLodowickeof Nassau that stranger knight,Don Christopheryoung prince of Portugale,AndVanderfordethe Belgian’s generall.
Many more nobles drew their willing swords
In this exploit to trie th’Iberian might:
BraueSussex,Howard,Harbert, valiant lords,
LordWarden,Burk, stoutVeereandCliffordhight,
WithLodowickeof Nassau that stranger knight,
Don Christopheryoung prince of Portugale,
AndVanderfordethe Belgian’s generall.
388.
From Plimmouth port in safe transport of theseAnd many gallants more, two hundred keeleDid with swift winde cut through the wauie seas,While shee, whose heart th’effects of grace did feele,Not giuing trust vnto the strength of steele,While England’s sacred queene, while shee, I say,For her faire fleete to this effect did pray:
From Plimmouth port in safe transport of these
And many gallants more, two hundred keele
Did with swift winde cut through the wauie seas,
While shee, whose heart th’effects of grace did feele,
Not giuing trust vnto the strength of steele,
While England’s sacred queene, while shee, I say,
For her faire fleete to this effect did pray:
389.
Recorded by him that wrote this voiage, who carried it with him into Spaine, translated into Latin by D.Marbecke.
“Thou guide of all the world, great king of heauen,That seest all hearts with thy all-seeing eye,Thou knowest what cause vs to this warre hath driuen,No thirst of blood, of wealth, or dignitie,No malice of reuenge or iniurie;But to defend thy truth, we lift our armesAnd to preuent our foes intended harmes.
“Thou guide of all the world, great king of heauen,
That seest all hearts with thy all-seeing eye,
Thou knowest what cause vs to this warre hath driuen,
No thirst of blood, of wealth, or dignitie,
No malice of reuenge or iniurie;
But to defend thy truth, we lift our armes
And to preuent our foes intended harmes.
390.
Heare then, O king of heau’n, thy hand-maid’s prayer,Giue full effect vnto our iust desire,In midst of stormes t’our fleet vouchsafe thy care,And with thy heau’nly fortitude inspireOur souldiers hearts, that they may not retireVnto their homes without victorious fame,T’aduance the glorie of thy holy name.”
Heare then, O king of heau’n, thy hand-maid’s prayer,
Giue full effect vnto our iust desire,
In midst of stormes t’our fleet vouchsafe thy care,
And with thy heau’nly fortitude inspire
Our souldiers hearts, that they may not retire
Vnto their homes without victorious fame,
T’aduance the glorie of thy holy name.”
391.
Thus pray’dEliza, to whose iust requestThe God of Hosts aduisefull audience gaue,Who downe descending from his heau’nly rest,Did safely lead her ships, as she did craue,To Cadiz harbor ore the surging waue,Where to all eyes appear’d his true foresigne,That gainst th’Iberians they should victors shine.
Thus pray’dEliza, to whose iust request
The God of Hosts aduisefull audience gaue,
Who downe descending from his heau’nly rest,
Did safely lead her ships, as she did craue,
To Cadiz harbor ore the surging waue,
Where to all eyes appear’d his true foresigne,
That gainst th’Iberians they should victors shine.
392.
As that thrice happie bird, the peacefull doue,When the old world groaning beneath the raigneOf giants raging rule, was drown’d by Ioue,Brought heau’nly newes of a new world againeVnto the Arke, then floting on the maine:So now a doue did with her presence greetElizae’sArke, then admirall of the fleet.
As that thrice happie bird, the peacefull doue,
When the old world groaning beneath the raigne
Of giants raging rule, was drown’d by Ioue,
Brought heau’nly newes of a new world againe
Vnto the Arke, then floting on the maine:
So now a doue did with her presence greet
Elizae’sArke, then admirall of the fleet.
393.
Recorded by the Author then present.
For loe the fleet riding at seas in sightOf Cadiz towers, making that towne the markeOf their desire, the doue did stay her flightVpon the maine yard of that stately barke,Which long before that time was term’d the Arke,Whose vnexpected presence did professePeace to the fleet; but to the foes distresse:
For loe the fleet riding at seas in sight
Of Cadiz towers, making that towne the marke
Of their desire, the doue did stay her flight
Vpon the maine yard of that stately barke,
Which long before that time was term’d the Arke,
Whose vnexpected presence did professe
Peace to the fleet; but to the foes distresse:
394.
Who from the browes of Cadiz loftie towersWith eyes amaz’d, viewing so many a keeleFloting vpon their seas, and seeing such powersOf martiall people arm’d in brightest steele,The cold effects of fainting feare did feele,Through whose faint brests remembrance now did runOf ancient wrongs to England’s empresse done.
Who from the browes of Cadiz loftie towers
With eyes amaz’d, viewing so many a keele
Floting vpon their seas, and seeing such powers
Of martiall people arm’d in brightest steele,
The cold effects of fainting feare did feele,
Through whose faint brests remembrance now did run
Of ancient wrongs to England’s empresse done.
395.
The fleete descri’d, the citie high did ringEach where with horrid sound of shrill alarmes,In euery street Bellona loud did singThe song of battaile, and the foes in swarmesDid throng together in the streets to armes,While fearefull noise of children’s wofull cries,And women’s shrikes did pierce the echoing skies.
The fleete descri’d, the citie high did ring
Each where with horrid sound of shrill alarmes,
In euery street Bellona loud did sing
The song of battaile, and the foes in swarmes
Did throng together in the streets to armes,
While fearefull noise of children’s wofull cries,
And women’s shrikes did pierce the echoing skies.
396.
The gates were open set, out rush’t the hoast,Both horse and foote in armes confused sound,Who vaunting of their power did vainely boast,Their fainting foes in battaile to confound,If their bold feete durst presse the sandie ground,Not doubting all their fleete, with fire t’inflame,If from their ships to fight on shore they came.
The gates were open set, out rush’t the hoast,
Both horse and foote in armes confused sound,
Who vaunting of their power did vainely boast,
Their fainting foes in battaile to confound,
If their bold feete durst presse the sandie ground,
Not doubting all their fleete, with fire t’inflame,
If from their ships to fight on shore they came.
397.
And in the gulfie mouth of that faire bay,Where the proud waues doe wash the towne’s white breast,The Spanish nauie ready anchoring lay,All mighty ships bound for the Indian east;But now for fight themselues they soone addrest,With whom twice ten stout gallies did prepare’Gainst th’English fleete to trie the chaunce of warre.
And in the gulfie mouth of that faire bay,
Where the proud waues doe wash the towne’s white breast,
The Spanish nauie ready anchoring lay,
All mighty ships bound for the Indian east;
But now for fight themselues they soone addrest,
With whom twice ten stout gallies did prepare
’Gainst th’English fleete to trie the chaunce of warre.
398.
The honour’d peeres, greatEssex, and his mateRenownedHoward, Time’s swan-white hair’d sonne,Sitting in counsell wisely did debate,How by their fleete with best aduantage wonne,Against the foes the fight might be begunne;For both the castle, forts and towne in sight,Did threaten danger in the nauall fight.
The honour’d peeres, greatEssex, and his mate
RenownedHoward, Time’s swan-white hair’d sonne,
Sitting in counsell wisely did debate,
How by their fleete with best aduantage wonne,
Against the foes the fight might be begunne;
For both the castle, forts and towne in sight,
Did threaten danger in the nauall fight.
399.
But through the windowes of heauen’s crystall bowres,Ioue seeing the foemen’s force so full of dread,The citie so well fenc’d with loftie towres;The sea with faire ships fill’d, the field ore spreadWith men of armes, that from the towne made head,Did send to shieldElizae’sfleete from harmes,His braine-borne childe, th’vnconquered queene of armes.
But through the windowes of heauen’s crystall bowres,
Ioue seeing the foemen’s force so full of dread,
The citie so well fenc’d with loftie towres;
The sea with faire ships fill’d, the field ore spread
With men of armes, that from the towne made head,
Did send to shieldElizae’sfleete from harmes,
His braine-borne childe, th’vnconquered queene of armes.
400.
Who to effect th’Olympian god’s great will,About the fleete from ship to ship did flie,And with such courage euery heart did fill,Inflaming their desires in fight to trieThe valour of the vaunting enemie,That euery one did thirst to trample downeThe loftie pride of Cadiz towring towne.
Who to effect th’Olympian god’s great will,
About the fleete from ship to ship did flie,
And with such courage euery heart did fill,
Inflaming their desires in fight to trie
The valour of the vaunting enemie,
That euery one did thirst to trample downe
The loftie pride of Cadiz towring towne.
401.
Now Earle of Suffolk.
The Norfolke noble duke’s vndaunted sonne,Sterne-visag’d like the grim-fac’d god of war,As was decreed, the fight at first begun,Who to the foes like some disastrous star,Or blazing comet did appeare from far;Shooting forth fierie beames from his blacke ship,Which with the mounting waues did forward skip.
The Norfolke noble duke’s vndaunted sonne,
Sterne-visag’d like the grim-fac’d god of war,
As was decreed, the fight at first begun,
Who to the foes like some disastrous star,
Or blazing comet did appeare from far;
Shooting forth fierie beames from his blacke ship,
Which with the mounting waues did forward skip.
402.
Each aduerse force to fight drew forth their powers,And in a golden morne, when Phœbus drewFrom off the battlements of Cadize towers,The ruddie cheekt Aurorae’s pearlie dew,The thundring bullets interchanged flew,And either side a glorious day to win,With deadly furie did the fight begin.
Each aduerse force to fight drew forth their powers,
And in a golden morne, when Phœbus drew
From off the battlements of Cadize towers,
The ruddie cheekt Aurorae’s pearlie dew,
The thundring bullets interchanged flew,
And either side a glorious day to win,
With deadly furie did the fight begin.
403.
The guns, astuns with sounds rebounds from shoreThe souldier’s eares, and death on mischiefe’s backSpit from the canon’s mouth with horrid roreFlies to and fro in clowdes of pitchie black,And 'mongst the valiant men makes spoilefull wrack,While either part like lions far’d in fight,None feeling seruile feare of death’s afright.
The guns, astuns with sounds rebounds from shore
The souldier’s eares, and death on mischiefe’s back
Spit from the canon’s mouth with horrid rore
Flies to and fro in clowdes of pitchie black,
And 'mongst the valiant men makes spoilefull wrack,
While either part like lions far’d in fight,
None feeling seruile feare of death’s afright.
404.
Thus when stoutHowardhad begun the fightWith many more to quell the foemen’s pride,The nobleDeuoreux, that vndaunted knight,Who stood asterne his ship and wishly ei’d,How deepe the skirmish drew on either side,Nere stai’d, as was decreed, to second thoseIn the maine fight, but rusht amongst the foes.
Thus when stoutHowardhad begun the fight
With many more to quell the foemen’s pride,
The nobleDeuoreux, that vndaunted knight,
Who stood asterne his ship and wishly ei’d,
How deepe the skirmish drew on either side,
Nere stai’d, as was decreed, to second those
In the maine fight, but rusht amongst the foes.
405.
And as we see the sunne sometimes shine cleareAmidst the skie, then muffle his bright faceIn sable clouds, and straight againe appeare,So famousEssexdid applie each place,Sometimes incircled round with foes embraceHe stood in fight, and sometimes seene of all,He in the forefront did his foes appall.
And as we see the sunne sometimes shine cleare
Amidst the skie, then muffle his bright face
In sable clouds, and straight againe appeare,
So famousEssexdid applie each place,
Sometimes incircled round with foes embrace
He stood in fight, and sometimes seene of all,
He in the forefront did his foes appall.
406.
Which when graueHowardview’d from farre well dightIn noble armes, himselfe he did betakeVnto his pinnace with lordWilliamhight,His honor’d sonne, and with their powers to makeThe fight more hot, into the presse they brake,Where with fresh strength they labour’d to repellThe foes stout pride, twixt whom the fight grew fell.
Which when graueHowardview’d from farre well dight
In noble armes, himselfe he did betake
Vnto his pinnace with lordWilliamhight,
His honor’d sonne, and with their powers to make
The fight more hot, into the presse they brake,
Where with fresh strength they labour’d to repell
The foes stout pride, twixt whom the fight grew fell.
407.
So long as faire Aurorae’s light did shine,They equall fought and neither had the best;But when the feruent sunne began declineFrom th’hot meridian point and day decreast,Feare did inuade each bold Iberian’s brest,Who through the danger of the darkesome waueDid flie their foes, themselues from death to saue.
So long as faire Aurorae’s light did shine,
They equall fought and neither had the best;
But when the feruent sunne began decline
From th’hot meridian point and day decreast,
Feare did inuade each bold Iberian’s brest,
Who through the danger of the darkesome waue
Did flie their foes, themselues from death to saue.
408.