To shun Charybdis iawes, they helplesse fellIn Scyllae’s gulfe; for after all their braues,Being all too weake the English to repell,Their ships they left, and leapt into the waues,In whose soft bosome many found their graues;And lest ought good might to their foes redound,They burnt their ships and ran them on the ground.409.The gallies fled, the ships with secret fireInflam’d, did burst to shew their burning light;Then from the shore th’Iberians did retireClose to their walles, who boasting of their mightIn equall ground before did wish for fight;But now beneath their walles scarce made they stand;For without fight the victors went on land.410.All from the ships did cluster to the shore,Forth marcht the foote, whose hearts emboldned wereWith their late fight, and in the front beforeGreatEssexbreath’d exhorts in euery eareTo charge the foes; and not in vaine to beareThe name of first, but first himselfe to showIn euery deed, he first did charge the foe.411.With such swift force, as when wilde Neptune raues,And ore the shore breaking his wonted bounds,Riding in triumph on his winged waues,Runnes vnresisted ouer lands and grounds,And in his way all in his power confounds;So from the fleet at shore went th’English downeTo charge the foes inranckt before the towne.412.The battels ioyn’d; but by their valour’s might,The valiant English in one hower’s spaceBrake through the foe-men’s rankes, who turn’d to flight;Did turne their backes and gaue the victors place,Who to the towne pursu’d with speedie chace,Whose walles th’Iberians flying from the fieldAgainst their foes did long to make their shield.413.And being entred with confused cries,The gates were shut, and in the towne each where,A diuers noise about with horror flies;Then in the streets thicke troopes of men appeare,Some to the gates, some to the walles with feareAmazed runne, and euery hold aboutThey stuffe with men, to keepe their foe-men out.414.Meane time to triumph in proud Cadiz fall,IllustrateEssexdid approch the towne,Where scaling ladders laid vnto the wallWere fill’d with men, who climing for renowne,Did hazard death from off the walles cast downe:For from th’assault to force them to retire,Thicke fell downe darts, huge stones, and dreadfull fire.415.The fearefull cries of men on either side,Rung through the towne, as they the walles did scale,Not long the bold defendants did abideTh’assailants by their prowesse did preuaile,The foes gaue backe, their fainting hearts did faile,Who left the walles, and through the streets did runne,With ruthfull tidings how the walles were wonne.416.Vpon the battlements, the blood red crosseAppear’d in sight, and from the walles downe wentThe English troopes, and to the gates did passe,Where th’iron barres in sunder they did rent,Beate downe the posts, and all the iewses brent,And passage wide to them without did win,To whom the houses farre appear’d within.417.Then all the host, led by that aged lord,The sea’s chiefe admirall, rusht through the gate,And through the towne with fierie shot and swordDid force their way in euery street and strait,Euen to the publike market, where of lateThe foes had purpos’d in the king’s highstreet,To make their commons reindeuous to meet.418.SirIohn Wing.There now the battell fresh againe begun,For making head vnto that place, the foeTo reinforce their strength, in troopes did run,While others downe from houses tops did throwRuine and death on th’English bands below,Where fighting gainst such ods, they haplesse lostBraueWingfieldhight, a leader in the host.419.On whose dissolued life, such deepe remorseThe English tooke, that all with loud exclaimeRusht on th’Iberians bold, and did enforceTheir speedie flight, then furie did enflameThe souldiers hearts, and in the bloodie gameOf raging Mars, remorselesse they were all,To wreake reuenge for worthieWingfield’sfall.420.Like angrie lions rob’d of their deare yong,The houses round about they now inuade,The portals, posts and thresholds downe are flung,The gates and walles of stone so strongly made,And doores fast barr’d with earth are leuell made,And all high turrets and strong chambers shakeWith th’hot inuading, which the souldiers make.421.The inward roomes are fill’d with wofull sounds,And wailing noise of folke in wretched plight,The buildings all with larums loud rebounds,And women with yong infants in affright,Through chambers wide shunning the souldier’s sight,Runne heere and there to seeke some couert place,To hide themselues from angrie Mars his face.422.About the parent’s knees, the children swarmes,Calling in vaine for helpe with pitious cries,The spouse fast clips her husband in her armes,In whose sad brest his cold heart fainting dies,Seeing the armed men before his eies,Stand with bright swords in thicke tumultuous croudAt th’entrie doores, crying out with clamors loud.423.But th’English all, that neuer vse to liftTheir hands against a yeelding enemieBy nature milde, not proud of fortune’s gift,Did not insult vpon their miserie,But with milde hand did vse the victorie,And after fight they all abhorring blood,Did only tend the spoile of golden good.424.Both the braue generals, by a strict commandAbout the towne, this mercie did proclaime,That none thenceforth should vse the force of hand,Nor offer wrong to any virgin dame,That would sweet beautie keepe from lustfull shame,Which vnreprou’d edict amongst all men,Through th’English host inuiolate hath been.425.Amongst the captiues not the basest mateWith any sad designe they vexed sore,The female sex vntoucht inuiolateDid freely passe with all that golden storeOf chaines, and gemmes which they about them bore,And all religious folke did find like grace,Free without ransome to depart the place.426.Thrice valiant victors, euer may my rimesSuruiue on earth, that in their life may liueThis famous conquest to all future times,That from the best, that for true praise do striue,All men to you the laurell wreath may giue,Which that milde mercie, which you then did show,Doth more deserue then conquest gainst the foe.427.After the souldier had return’d from spoileLoaden with riches of the ransackt towne,To yeeld fit compensation to the toileOf each man’s paines, with fauour or renowne,The generals did each souldier’s merit crowne,And gaue to many a well deseruing wightThat noble order of true martiall knight.428.That noble order, which in antique timeIn top of fame’s high tower tooke chiefest place,To which by vertue valour’s steps did clime;Was then no base mind’s meed, that nere had graceT’ensue fame’s feeting in true vertue’s race;Though now the aged world to dotage growne,This noble order scarce is truly knowne.429.But now to sing the spoile and last decayOf that faire towne by her owne folke forlorne,The host all readie to depart away,Intending first in funerall flames to burneHer fatall pride, and all her pompe oreturne,Did in thicke concourse cluster to confound,Her high top towers and eu’n them with the ground.430.In number like the golden flowers in spring,In forme like furies of the Stygian caue:The souldiers high on houses tops do flingTheir burning brands, and round do range and raue,To burie that faire towne in ashie graue,While hungrie flames borne vp on golden wings,Flies through the aire, and far their splendor flings.431.Then the faire wals inricht with painting’s grace,And portals proud of gold are all cast downe,Sterne Mulciber in his bright armes embraceDoth graspe the towres, and on th’inflamed towneThrough rolling clouds of smoake doth sternely frowne;Whose fierce fiers climing houses far away,By foes are seene to worke the towne’s decay.432.Thus burnt Spaine’s Cadiz fam’d for that faire place,Where great Alcides, when his sword did tameThe triple Gerion borne of tyrant’s race,Did fixe his pillars t’eternize his name,Withne plus vltragrauen on the same;Thus did it burne captiu’d in English yoke,And all her fame lay stifled in the smoke.433.After the spoile, exchange of captiues madeFor those, that Spaine had long captiu’d before,Each souldier’s prize aboard the fleet conuei’d,Leauing the towne despoil’d of all her store,All made returne vnto the ships at shore;At whose depart such after-signe was seene,As had before at their arriuall been.434.Recorded by the Author then present.For hoysing saile at sea, loe as beforeVpon the Arke a doue her flight did stay,With which departing from th’Iberian shore,She from the same departed not away;But kept her station till that happie day,That all the fleet did with the compleat hoastArriue in triumph on the English coast.435.Thus when vponElizae’sroyall brow,Time’s honor’d age in print had set his signe,Euen then her arme Spaine’s stiffened pride did bowAnd when her youthfull daies did most decline,Then did the King of heau’n to her assigneThe euer youthfull wreath of sacred bay,In signe of triumph to her liue’s last day.436.The vtmost kingdomes canopi’d of skie,Did beare record of her triumphant fame,The vastest ocean, that did farthest lie,With each small creeke and hauen in the same,Did then resound the praises of her name:Which to her friend’s defence, her foemen feare,Her crosse-crown’d fleet about the world did beare.437.For all sea-bordering townes, that subiect wereVnto the crowne of Rome-supporting Spaine,Who high their breasts aboue the wanes did beare,Did tremble to behold the crookt stern’d traineOf English ships still floating on the maine;For towards the sea’s greene bounds they often bore,And many townes destroy’d vpon the shore.438.Anno eodem 38.RenownedCliffordon the fruitfull deepeLike Joue-borne Perseus, that illustrate knight,In his swift Pegasus, the seas did sweepe,And after many a prize surpriz’d in fight,To make the land record his powerfull might,He at that time with his triumphant host,Got noble conquest on the Indian coast.439.Fortune with fame his high attempts did crowne,And his dread name the foes with feare did fright,SaintIohn de Porta Ricothat strong towne,And her faire castle, which did seeme in sightImpregnable gainst all assaults in fight,His hands to heapes of fruitlesse dust did burne,And with her spoile he home did safe returne.440.The valiant English still did worke much woeVnto the foemen both on seas and land,Elizastill did triumph ore the foe,And day by day vpon the English strandArriu’d rich prize surpriz’d by force of hand,Whereby th’Iberian folke made poore and bare,In heart did curse the causer of the warre.441.But leaue we heere of forren deeds to sing,And turne we home at sound of those alarms,Which on thy shores, O England, high did ring;And let vs waile, alas, the wofull harmes,Which did befall that valiant man of armes,Who after all his glorie and renowne,Beneath too hard a fate felt fortune’s frowne.442.Tyronethat traytor, from whose treacherieThe first chiefe cause of his annoy did spring,Disloyall toElizae’smaiestie;Had now begun to set the war on wingOn th’Irish coast, whose townes and plaines did ringWith sad report of bloodie actions done,By the bold rebels and the baseTyrone.443.An. Reg. 41.Tidings whereof to England’s rockie bound,Borne ore the ocean’s backe on wings of winde,The shores with Mars his rugged voice did sound,And nobleEssexgenerall was assign’dTo crosse the fruitfull deepe, whose honor’d mindeDid wing him forward with desire of fame,On earth to purchase an immortall name.444.Yet towards the coast when he this iourney tooke,The king of flames that with delight did crowneAll that faire day before, did change his looke,The heau’ns did thunder loud, the clouds did frowne,And in the way Joue cast pale lightning downe,Presaging sad euent of things to come,Which tooke effect at his returning home.445.At his returning home, when his deare dameThe greatEliza, with maiesticke frowneGan change milde looks, when fortune foe to fameDid turne her wheele about, and hurring downeHis towring state, all hope of life did drowneIn death’s deepe waues, whose most vntimely endBoth heau’n and earth lamenting did befriend.446.For that blacke morne, when he without appallTo lose his life vnto the blocke was led,The sunne in heau’n, as for his Phaeton’s fall,In sable clouds did hide his golden hed,And from so sad a sight away he fled;While wofull heau’n with dolefull teares sent downe,For his sad fall the world in woe did drowne.447.He being dead, being dead, alas, and gone,That hopefull lord, hightMountioy, did succeedAs generall in the warre againstTyrone;To whom all-seeing Joue tooke speciall heed,And did direct his hand in euery deed,Who would not haueElizae’svnstain’d praise,Distain’d by rebels in her aged daies.448.For what hath she in her affaires decreed,Euen to her royall liue’s last breathing space,In which Joue did not euer grace her deed,Yea now when ripe yeares rugged prints had placeVpon the fore-front of her princely face,Then did her gratious God with compleat praise,Perfect the vpshot of her aged daies.449.Anno eodem 42.Grimestonein his translation of the booke of the warres of the Netherlands.The happie Belgians on the marine coast,In a pight field against a prince of name,In person fighting 'midst his royall host,Did purchase conquest, captiues, gold and fame,By th’only aid which fromElizacame:Without whose helpe on which their hopes did build,All had been lost, the foes had won the field.450.For when the Austrian prince on Newport Sands,After the slaughter of the valiant Scot,Had giuen charge vpon the aduerse bands,When by thicke volleyes of their murdring shot,Many stout men had drawne death’s fatall lot;Then many Belgians fainting fled away,And left their friends to win or lose the day.451.'Mongst whom the English chiefely did sustaineThe furious brunt of that important fight,Where many worthie men were helplesse slaine,Who rather chose to make that day the nightOf death’s approch, then turne their backs for flight;Who all had fallen by death without remorse,Had not theVeresrenew’d their fainting force.452.For the bold brothers both the valiantVeres,Deepe wounds did purchase to regaine the day,The one breath’d comfort in the souldiers eares,While th’other through the foes with violent swayOf his horse troopes did force a dreadfull way,Through which the Belgians that before had fled,Might ’gainst the fainting foes againe make head.453.The foemen fled, the ground was stro’d with harmesOf their mishap, their duke fled fast away,Leauing his horse of honour and his armesVnto the victors to remaine for ay,As signes of conquest and that glorious day,Which byElizae’sauxilarie traine,Then agents there the Belgians did obtaine.454.Thus to the life of our triumphant dameTime in her reigne no yeere did multiplie,Which fortune did not dignifie with fame,Or praise of some illustrate victorie;’Gainst Rome, ’gainst Spaine, or th’Austrian enemie,’Gainst whom that houre that she expir’d her breath,She di’d victorious in the armes of death.455.Anno Reg. 43, 44.For when the Austrian duke with his proud hoast,Atrides-like laid siege to little Troy,And by a solemne vow did vainely boast,Not to depart vntill he did destroyThat English towne; yet to his owne annoy,He there did lie while th’horses of the sunne,Their yeare’s race thrice about the heauen had runne.456.For England’sHectorand his valiant brother,That time’s youngTroylusdid the duke appall,And his best hopes in blood and dust did smother;Yea many a thousand at that siege did fallIn death’s blacke graue before the towne’s strong wall,Which while the Belgian patronesse did liue,Vnto the foes in fight the foile did giue.457.And as our queene in forraine-bred debate,From hence to heauen victorious tooke her flight,So here at home before her liue’s last date,Triumphant sounds of belles the starres did smite,And bright bon-fiers the darkesome euen did lightWith gladsome flames for worthy victorie,Atchieu’d against the Irish enemie.458.An. eodem.Yea, when the hand of vnremorsefull fate,Had euen spun out the thred of her liue’s clew,Tyron, that long disturber of her state,With shame of his offence remorsefull grew,And on his knees did then for mercie sue:That dying, she might say with vading breath,I left no foes vnuanquisht at my death.459.But woe, alas, the dust-borne pompe of earth,Made thrall to death, returnes to dust againe;All vnder heauen, that haue their beeing and breathOf nature’s gift, no longer doe remaine,Then nature doth their brittle state sustaine,The prince and swaine to death are both alike,No ods are found when he with dart doth strike.460.For I, that whilome sung with cheerefull breathHer roiall reigne, whose like no age hath seene,Now cannot sing; but weepe to thinke how death,All pitilesse of what before had beene,Did rob poore England of so rich a queene;And if I sing, I must in my sad song,Exclaime on death for doing vs such wrong.461.For doing vs such wrong to dim the lightOf England’s virgin glorie then decaid,Which, while heauen’s light the earth’s broade face shall smite,All virgins shall admire and still vpbraidThatTarquindeath, with death of such a maide:For her, whose virgin blood noTarquin’sstaine,Did euer taint, O death, thy dart hath slaine.462.Thursday.That day shee di’d, which to her roiall sire,To greatPlantagenethath fatall been;That day, when fates did his sad death conspire:That day when his youngEdwarddead was seene,That day whenMaryleft to be a queene:That day from vs did ourElizagoe,That day, that tyrant death did worke our woe.463.But why do we ’gainst death vse such complaint,Seeing not in youth, then short of yeares to crowneHer head with age, she di’de by death’s constraint,But ripe in yeares, and loaden with renowne;Made mellow for the graue, she lai’d her downe:And leauing earth that part, which earth had giuen,On faith’s strong wings she tooke her flight for heauen.Heere Clio ceast, her lute no more did sound,But in a moment mounting from the ground,She vanisht from my sight, and with her fledThe place of pleasure which mine eyes had fed;With which all had been lost, if in minde,My dreame’s Idæa had not stai’d behinde.
To shun Charybdis iawes, they helplesse fellIn Scyllae’s gulfe; for after all their braues,Being all too weake the English to repell,Their ships they left, and leapt into the waues,In whose soft bosome many found their graues;And lest ought good might to their foes redound,They burnt their ships and ran them on the ground.409.The gallies fled, the ships with secret fireInflam’d, did burst to shew their burning light;Then from the shore th’Iberians did retireClose to their walles, who boasting of their mightIn equall ground before did wish for fight;But now beneath their walles scarce made they stand;For without fight the victors went on land.410.All from the ships did cluster to the shore,Forth marcht the foote, whose hearts emboldned wereWith their late fight, and in the front beforeGreatEssexbreath’d exhorts in euery eareTo charge the foes; and not in vaine to beareThe name of first, but first himselfe to showIn euery deed, he first did charge the foe.411.With such swift force, as when wilde Neptune raues,And ore the shore breaking his wonted bounds,Riding in triumph on his winged waues,Runnes vnresisted ouer lands and grounds,And in his way all in his power confounds;So from the fleet at shore went th’English downeTo charge the foes inranckt before the towne.412.The battels ioyn’d; but by their valour’s might,The valiant English in one hower’s spaceBrake through the foe-men’s rankes, who turn’d to flight;Did turne their backes and gaue the victors place,Who to the towne pursu’d with speedie chace,Whose walles th’Iberians flying from the fieldAgainst their foes did long to make their shield.413.And being entred with confused cries,The gates were shut, and in the towne each where,A diuers noise about with horror flies;Then in the streets thicke troopes of men appeare,Some to the gates, some to the walles with feareAmazed runne, and euery hold aboutThey stuffe with men, to keepe their foe-men out.414.Meane time to triumph in proud Cadiz fall,IllustrateEssexdid approch the towne,Where scaling ladders laid vnto the wallWere fill’d with men, who climing for renowne,Did hazard death from off the walles cast downe:For from th’assault to force them to retire,Thicke fell downe darts, huge stones, and dreadfull fire.415.The fearefull cries of men on either side,Rung through the towne, as they the walles did scale,Not long the bold defendants did abideTh’assailants by their prowesse did preuaile,The foes gaue backe, their fainting hearts did faile,Who left the walles, and through the streets did runne,With ruthfull tidings how the walles were wonne.416.Vpon the battlements, the blood red crosseAppear’d in sight, and from the walles downe wentThe English troopes, and to the gates did passe,Where th’iron barres in sunder they did rent,Beate downe the posts, and all the iewses brent,And passage wide to them without did win,To whom the houses farre appear’d within.417.Then all the host, led by that aged lord,The sea’s chiefe admirall, rusht through the gate,And through the towne with fierie shot and swordDid force their way in euery street and strait,Euen to the publike market, where of lateThe foes had purpos’d in the king’s highstreet,To make their commons reindeuous to meet.418.SirIohn Wing.There now the battell fresh againe begun,For making head vnto that place, the foeTo reinforce their strength, in troopes did run,While others downe from houses tops did throwRuine and death on th’English bands below,Where fighting gainst such ods, they haplesse lostBraueWingfieldhight, a leader in the host.419.On whose dissolued life, such deepe remorseThe English tooke, that all with loud exclaimeRusht on th’Iberians bold, and did enforceTheir speedie flight, then furie did enflameThe souldiers hearts, and in the bloodie gameOf raging Mars, remorselesse they were all,To wreake reuenge for worthieWingfield’sfall.420.Like angrie lions rob’d of their deare yong,The houses round about they now inuade,The portals, posts and thresholds downe are flung,The gates and walles of stone so strongly made,And doores fast barr’d with earth are leuell made,And all high turrets and strong chambers shakeWith th’hot inuading, which the souldiers make.421.The inward roomes are fill’d with wofull sounds,And wailing noise of folke in wretched plight,The buildings all with larums loud rebounds,And women with yong infants in affright,Through chambers wide shunning the souldier’s sight,Runne heere and there to seeke some couert place,To hide themselues from angrie Mars his face.422.About the parent’s knees, the children swarmes,Calling in vaine for helpe with pitious cries,The spouse fast clips her husband in her armes,In whose sad brest his cold heart fainting dies,Seeing the armed men before his eies,Stand with bright swords in thicke tumultuous croudAt th’entrie doores, crying out with clamors loud.423.But th’English all, that neuer vse to liftTheir hands against a yeelding enemieBy nature milde, not proud of fortune’s gift,Did not insult vpon their miserie,But with milde hand did vse the victorie,And after fight they all abhorring blood,Did only tend the spoile of golden good.424.Both the braue generals, by a strict commandAbout the towne, this mercie did proclaime,That none thenceforth should vse the force of hand,Nor offer wrong to any virgin dame,That would sweet beautie keepe from lustfull shame,Which vnreprou’d edict amongst all men,Through th’English host inuiolate hath been.425.Amongst the captiues not the basest mateWith any sad designe they vexed sore,The female sex vntoucht inuiolateDid freely passe with all that golden storeOf chaines, and gemmes which they about them bore,And all religious folke did find like grace,Free without ransome to depart the place.426.Thrice valiant victors, euer may my rimesSuruiue on earth, that in their life may liueThis famous conquest to all future times,That from the best, that for true praise do striue,All men to you the laurell wreath may giue,Which that milde mercie, which you then did show,Doth more deserue then conquest gainst the foe.427.After the souldier had return’d from spoileLoaden with riches of the ransackt towne,To yeeld fit compensation to the toileOf each man’s paines, with fauour or renowne,The generals did each souldier’s merit crowne,And gaue to many a well deseruing wightThat noble order of true martiall knight.428.That noble order, which in antique timeIn top of fame’s high tower tooke chiefest place,To which by vertue valour’s steps did clime;Was then no base mind’s meed, that nere had graceT’ensue fame’s feeting in true vertue’s race;Though now the aged world to dotage growne,This noble order scarce is truly knowne.429.But now to sing the spoile and last decayOf that faire towne by her owne folke forlorne,The host all readie to depart away,Intending first in funerall flames to burneHer fatall pride, and all her pompe oreturne,Did in thicke concourse cluster to confound,Her high top towers and eu’n them with the ground.430.In number like the golden flowers in spring,In forme like furies of the Stygian caue:The souldiers high on houses tops do flingTheir burning brands, and round do range and raue,To burie that faire towne in ashie graue,While hungrie flames borne vp on golden wings,Flies through the aire, and far their splendor flings.431.Then the faire wals inricht with painting’s grace,And portals proud of gold are all cast downe,Sterne Mulciber in his bright armes embraceDoth graspe the towres, and on th’inflamed towneThrough rolling clouds of smoake doth sternely frowne;Whose fierce fiers climing houses far away,By foes are seene to worke the towne’s decay.432.Thus burnt Spaine’s Cadiz fam’d for that faire place,Where great Alcides, when his sword did tameThe triple Gerion borne of tyrant’s race,Did fixe his pillars t’eternize his name,Withne plus vltragrauen on the same;Thus did it burne captiu’d in English yoke,And all her fame lay stifled in the smoke.433.After the spoile, exchange of captiues madeFor those, that Spaine had long captiu’d before,Each souldier’s prize aboard the fleet conuei’d,Leauing the towne despoil’d of all her store,All made returne vnto the ships at shore;At whose depart such after-signe was seene,As had before at their arriuall been.434.Recorded by the Author then present.For hoysing saile at sea, loe as beforeVpon the Arke a doue her flight did stay,With which departing from th’Iberian shore,She from the same departed not away;But kept her station till that happie day,That all the fleet did with the compleat hoastArriue in triumph on the English coast.435.Thus when vponElizae’sroyall brow,Time’s honor’d age in print had set his signe,Euen then her arme Spaine’s stiffened pride did bowAnd when her youthfull daies did most decline,Then did the King of heau’n to her assigneThe euer youthfull wreath of sacred bay,In signe of triumph to her liue’s last day.436.The vtmost kingdomes canopi’d of skie,Did beare record of her triumphant fame,The vastest ocean, that did farthest lie,With each small creeke and hauen in the same,Did then resound the praises of her name:Which to her friend’s defence, her foemen feare,Her crosse-crown’d fleet about the world did beare.437.For all sea-bordering townes, that subiect wereVnto the crowne of Rome-supporting Spaine,Who high their breasts aboue the wanes did beare,Did tremble to behold the crookt stern’d traineOf English ships still floating on the maine;For towards the sea’s greene bounds they often bore,And many townes destroy’d vpon the shore.438.Anno eodem 38.RenownedCliffordon the fruitfull deepeLike Joue-borne Perseus, that illustrate knight,In his swift Pegasus, the seas did sweepe,And after many a prize surpriz’d in fight,To make the land record his powerfull might,He at that time with his triumphant host,Got noble conquest on the Indian coast.439.Fortune with fame his high attempts did crowne,And his dread name the foes with feare did fright,SaintIohn de Porta Ricothat strong towne,And her faire castle, which did seeme in sightImpregnable gainst all assaults in fight,His hands to heapes of fruitlesse dust did burne,And with her spoile he home did safe returne.440.The valiant English still did worke much woeVnto the foemen both on seas and land,Elizastill did triumph ore the foe,And day by day vpon the English strandArriu’d rich prize surpriz’d by force of hand,Whereby th’Iberian folke made poore and bare,In heart did curse the causer of the warre.441.But leaue we heere of forren deeds to sing,And turne we home at sound of those alarms,Which on thy shores, O England, high did ring;And let vs waile, alas, the wofull harmes,Which did befall that valiant man of armes,Who after all his glorie and renowne,Beneath too hard a fate felt fortune’s frowne.442.Tyronethat traytor, from whose treacherieThe first chiefe cause of his annoy did spring,Disloyall toElizae’smaiestie;Had now begun to set the war on wingOn th’Irish coast, whose townes and plaines did ringWith sad report of bloodie actions done,By the bold rebels and the baseTyrone.443.An. Reg. 41.Tidings whereof to England’s rockie bound,Borne ore the ocean’s backe on wings of winde,The shores with Mars his rugged voice did sound,And nobleEssexgenerall was assign’dTo crosse the fruitfull deepe, whose honor’d mindeDid wing him forward with desire of fame,On earth to purchase an immortall name.444.Yet towards the coast when he this iourney tooke,The king of flames that with delight did crowneAll that faire day before, did change his looke,The heau’ns did thunder loud, the clouds did frowne,And in the way Joue cast pale lightning downe,Presaging sad euent of things to come,Which tooke effect at his returning home.445.At his returning home, when his deare dameThe greatEliza, with maiesticke frowneGan change milde looks, when fortune foe to fameDid turne her wheele about, and hurring downeHis towring state, all hope of life did drowneIn death’s deepe waues, whose most vntimely endBoth heau’n and earth lamenting did befriend.446.For that blacke morne, when he without appallTo lose his life vnto the blocke was led,The sunne in heau’n, as for his Phaeton’s fall,In sable clouds did hide his golden hed,And from so sad a sight away he fled;While wofull heau’n with dolefull teares sent downe,For his sad fall the world in woe did drowne.447.He being dead, being dead, alas, and gone,That hopefull lord, hightMountioy, did succeedAs generall in the warre againstTyrone;To whom all-seeing Joue tooke speciall heed,And did direct his hand in euery deed,Who would not haueElizae’svnstain’d praise,Distain’d by rebels in her aged daies.448.For what hath she in her affaires decreed,Euen to her royall liue’s last breathing space,In which Joue did not euer grace her deed,Yea now when ripe yeares rugged prints had placeVpon the fore-front of her princely face,Then did her gratious God with compleat praise,Perfect the vpshot of her aged daies.449.Anno eodem 42.Grimestonein his translation of the booke of the warres of the Netherlands.The happie Belgians on the marine coast,In a pight field against a prince of name,In person fighting 'midst his royall host,Did purchase conquest, captiues, gold and fame,By th’only aid which fromElizacame:Without whose helpe on which their hopes did build,All had been lost, the foes had won the field.450.For when the Austrian prince on Newport Sands,After the slaughter of the valiant Scot,Had giuen charge vpon the aduerse bands,When by thicke volleyes of their murdring shot,Many stout men had drawne death’s fatall lot;Then many Belgians fainting fled away,And left their friends to win or lose the day.451.'Mongst whom the English chiefely did sustaineThe furious brunt of that important fight,Where many worthie men were helplesse slaine,Who rather chose to make that day the nightOf death’s approch, then turne their backs for flight;Who all had fallen by death without remorse,Had not theVeresrenew’d their fainting force.452.For the bold brothers both the valiantVeres,Deepe wounds did purchase to regaine the day,The one breath’d comfort in the souldiers eares,While th’other through the foes with violent swayOf his horse troopes did force a dreadfull way,Through which the Belgians that before had fled,Might ’gainst the fainting foes againe make head.453.The foemen fled, the ground was stro’d with harmesOf their mishap, their duke fled fast away,Leauing his horse of honour and his armesVnto the victors to remaine for ay,As signes of conquest and that glorious day,Which byElizae’sauxilarie traine,Then agents there the Belgians did obtaine.454.Thus to the life of our triumphant dameTime in her reigne no yeere did multiplie,Which fortune did not dignifie with fame,Or praise of some illustrate victorie;’Gainst Rome, ’gainst Spaine, or th’Austrian enemie,’Gainst whom that houre that she expir’d her breath,She di’d victorious in the armes of death.455.Anno Reg. 43, 44.For when the Austrian duke with his proud hoast,Atrides-like laid siege to little Troy,And by a solemne vow did vainely boast,Not to depart vntill he did destroyThat English towne; yet to his owne annoy,He there did lie while th’horses of the sunne,Their yeare’s race thrice about the heauen had runne.456.For England’sHectorand his valiant brother,That time’s youngTroylusdid the duke appall,And his best hopes in blood and dust did smother;Yea many a thousand at that siege did fallIn death’s blacke graue before the towne’s strong wall,Which while the Belgian patronesse did liue,Vnto the foes in fight the foile did giue.457.And as our queene in forraine-bred debate,From hence to heauen victorious tooke her flight,So here at home before her liue’s last date,Triumphant sounds of belles the starres did smite,And bright bon-fiers the darkesome euen did lightWith gladsome flames for worthy victorie,Atchieu’d against the Irish enemie.458.An. eodem.Yea, when the hand of vnremorsefull fate,Had euen spun out the thred of her liue’s clew,Tyron, that long disturber of her state,With shame of his offence remorsefull grew,And on his knees did then for mercie sue:That dying, she might say with vading breath,I left no foes vnuanquisht at my death.459.But woe, alas, the dust-borne pompe of earth,Made thrall to death, returnes to dust againe;All vnder heauen, that haue their beeing and breathOf nature’s gift, no longer doe remaine,Then nature doth their brittle state sustaine,The prince and swaine to death are both alike,No ods are found when he with dart doth strike.460.For I, that whilome sung with cheerefull breathHer roiall reigne, whose like no age hath seene,Now cannot sing; but weepe to thinke how death,All pitilesse of what before had beene,Did rob poore England of so rich a queene;And if I sing, I must in my sad song,Exclaime on death for doing vs such wrong.461.For doing vs such wrong to dim the lightOf England’s virgin glorie then decaid,Which, while heauen’s light the earth’s broade face shall smite,All virgins shall admire and still vpbraidThatTarquindeath, with death of such a maide:For her, whose virgin blood noTarquin’sstaine,Did euer taint, O death, thy dart hath slaine.462.Thursday.That day shee di’d, which to her roiall sire,To greatPlantagenethath fatall been;That day, when fates did his sad death conspire:That day when his youngEdwarddead was seene,That day whenMaryleft to be a queene:That day from vs did ourElizagoe,That day, that tyrant death did worke our woe.463.But why do we ’gainst death vse such complaint,Seeing not in youth, then short of yeares to crowneHer head with age, she di’de by death’s constraint,But ripe in yeares, and loaden with renowne;Made mellow for the graue, she lai’d her downe:And leauing earth that part, which earth had giuen,On faith’s strong wings she tooke her flight for heauen.Heere Clio ceast, her lute no more did sound,But in a moment mounting from the ground,She vanisht from my sight, and with her fledThe place of pleasure which mine eyes had fed;With which all had been lost, if in minde,My dreame’s Idæa had not stai’d behinde.
To shun Charybdis iawes, they helplesse fellIn Scyllae’s gulfe; for after all their braues,Being all too weake the English to repell,Their ships they left, and leapt into the waues,In whose soft bosome many found their graues;And lest ought good might to their foes redound,They burnt their ships and ran them on the ground.
To shun Charybdis iawes, they helplesse fell
In Scyllae’s gulfe; for after all their braues,
Being all too weake the English to repell,
Their ships they left, and leapt into the waues,
In whose soft bosome many found their graues;
And lest ought good might to their foes redound,
They burnt their ships and ran them on the ground.
409.
The gallies fled, the ships with secret fireInflam’d, did burst to shew their burning light;Then from the shore th’Iberians did retireClose to their walles, who boasting of their mightIn equall ground before did wish for fight;But now beneath their walles scarce made they stand;For without fight the victors went on land.
The gallies fled, the ships with secret fire
Inflam’d, did burst to shew their burning light;
Then from the shore th’Iberians did retire
Close to their walles, who boasting of their might
In equall ground before did wish for fight;
But now beneath their walles scarce made they stand;
For without fight the victors went on land.
410.
All from the ships did cluster to the shore,Forth marcht the foote, whose hearts emboldned wereWith their late fight, and in the front beforeGreatEssexbreath’d exhorts in euery eareTo charge the foes; and not in vaine to beareThe name of first, but first himselfe to showIn euery deed, he first did charge the foe.
All from the ships did cluster to the shore,
Forth marcht the foote, whose hearts emboldned were
With their late fight, and in the front before
GreatEssexbreath’d exhorts in euery eare
To charge the foes; and not in vaine to beare
The name of first, but first himselfe to show
In euery deed, he first did charge the foe.
411.
With such swift force, as when wilde Neptune raues,And ore the shore breaking his wonted bounds,Riding in triumph on his winged waues,Runnes vnresisted ouer lands and grounds,And in his way all in his power confounds;So from the fleet at shore went th’English downeTo charge the foes inranckt before the towne.
With such swift force, as when wilde Neptune raues,
And ore the shore breaking his wonted bounds,
Riding in triumph on his winged waues,
Runnes vnresisted ouer lands and grounds,
And in his way all in his power confounds;
So from the fleet at shore went th’English downe
To charge the foes inranckt before the towne.
412.
The battels ioyn’d; but by their valour’s might,The valiant English in one hower’s spaceBrake through the foe-men’s rankes, who turn’d to flight;Did turne their backes and gaue the victors place,Who to the towne pursu’d with speedie chace,Whose walles th’Iberians flying from the fieldAgainst their foes did long to make their shield.
The battels ioyn’d; but by their valour’s might,
The valiant English in one hower’s space
Brake through the foe-men’s rankes, who turn’d to flight;
Did turne their backes and gaue the victors place,
Who to the towne pursu’d with speedie chace,
Whose walles th’Iberians flying from the field
Against their foes did long to make their shield.
413.
And being entred with confused cries,The gates were shut, and in the towne each where,A diuers noise about with horror flies;Then in the streets thicke troopes of men appeare,Some to the gates, some to the walles with feareAmazed runne, and euery hold aboutThey stuffe with men, to keepe their foe-men out.
And being entred with confused cries,
The gates were shut, and in the towne each where,
A diuers noise about with horror flies;
Then in the streets thicke troopes of men appeare,
Some to the gates, some to the walles with feare
Amazed runne, and euery hold about
They stuffe with men, to keepe their foe-men out.
414.
Meane time to triumph in proud Cadiz fall,IllustrateEssexdid approch the towne,Where scaling ladders laid vnto the wallWere fill’d with men, who climing for renowne,Did hazard death from off the walles cast downe:For from th’assault to force them to retire,Thicke fell downe darts, huge stones, and dreadfull fire.
Meane time to triumph in proud Cadiz fall,
IllustrateEssexdid approch the towne,
Where scaling ladders laid vnto the wall
Were fill’d with men, who climing for renowne,
Did hazard death from off the walles cast downe:
For from th’assault to force them to retire,
Thicke fell downe darts, huge stones, and dreadfull fire.
415.
The fearefull cries of men on either side,Rung through the towne, as they the walles did scale,Not long the bold defendants did abideTh’assailants by their prowesse did preuaile,The foes gaue backe, their fainting hearts did faile,Who left the walles, and through the streets did runne,With ruthfull tidings how the walles were wonne.
The fearefull cries of men on either side,
Rung through the towne, as they the walles did scale,
Not long the bold defendants did abide
Th’assailants by their prowesse did preuaile,
The foes gaue backe, their fainting hearts did faile,
Who left the walles, and through the streets did runne,
With ruthfull tidings how the walles were wonne.
416.
Vpon the battlements, the blood red crosseAppear’d in sight, and from the walles downe wentThe English troopes, and to the gates did passe,Where th’iron barres in sunder they did rent,Beate downe the posts, and all the iewses brent,And passage wide to them without did win,To whom the houses farre appear’d within.
Vpon the battlements, the blood red crosse
Appear’d in sight, and from the walles downe went
The English troopes, and to the gates did passe,
Where th’iron barres in sunder they did rent,
Beate downe the posts, and all the iewses brent,
And passage wide to them without did win,
To whom the houses farre appear’d within.
417.
Then all the host, led by that aged lord,The sea’s chiefe admirall, rusht through the gate,And through the towne with fierie shot and swordDid force their way in euery street and strait,Euen to the publike market, where of lateThe foes had purpos’d in the king’s highstreet,To make their commons reindeuous to meet.
Then all the host, led by that aged lord,
The sea’s chiefe admirall, rusht through the gate,
And through the towne with fierie shot and sword
Did force their way in euery street and strait,
Euen to the publike market, where of late
The foes had purpos’d in the king’s highstreet,
To make their commons reindeuous to meet.
418.
SirIohn Wing.
There now the battell fresh againe begun,For making head vnto that place, the foeTo reinforce their strength, in troopes did run,While others downe from houses tops did throwRuine and death on th’English bands below,Where fighting gainst such ods, they haplesse lostBraueWingfieldhight, a leader in the host.
There now the battell fresh againe begun,
For making head vnto that place, the foe
To reinforce their strength, in troopes did run,
While others downe from houses tops did throw
Ruine and death on th’English bands below,
Where fighting gainst such ods, they haplesse lost
BraueWingfieldhight, a leader in the host.
419.
On whose dissolued life, such deepe remorseThe English tooke, that all with loud exclaimeRusht on th’Iberians bold, and did enforceTheir speedie flight, then furie did enflameThe souldiers hearts, and in the bloodie gameOf raging Mars, remorselesse they were all,To wreake reuenge for worthieWingfield’sfall.
On whose dissolued life, such deepe remorse
The English tooke, that all with loud exclaime
Rusht on th’Iberians bold, and did enforce
Their speedie flight, then furie did enflame
The souldiers hearts, and in the bloodie game
Of raging Mars, remorselesse they were all,
To wreake reuenge for worthieWingfield’sfall.
420.
Like angrie lions rob’d of their deare yong,The houses round about they now inuade,The portals, posts and thresholds downe are flung,The gates and walles of stone so strongly made,And doores fast barr’d with earth are leuell made,And all high turrets and strong chambers shakeWith th’hot inuading, which the souldiers make.
Like angrie lions rob’d of their deare yong,
The houses round about they now inuade,
The portals, posts and thresholds downe are flung,
The gates and walles of stone so strongly made,
And doores fast barr’d with earth are leuell made,
And all high turrets and strong chambers shake
With th’hot inuading, which the souldiers make.
421.
The inward roomes are fill’d with wofull sounds,And wailing noise of folke in wretched plight,The buildings all with larums loud rebounds,And women with yong infants in affright,Through chambers wide shunning the souldier’s sight,Runne heere and there to seeke some couert place,To hide themselues from angrie Mars his face.
The inward roomes are fill’d with wofull sounds,
And wailing noise of folke in wretched plight,
The buildings all with larums loud rebounds,
And women with yong infants in affright,
Through chambers wide shunning the souldier’s sight,
Runne heere and there to seeke some couert place,
To hide themselues from angrie Mars his face.
422.
About the parent’s knees, the children swarmes,Calling in vaine for helpe with pitious cries,The spouse fast clips her husband in her armes,In whose sad brest his cold heart fainting dies,Seeing the armed men before his eies,Stand with bright swords in thicke tumultuous croudAt th’entrie doores, crying out with clamors loud.
About the parent’s knees, the children swarmes,
Calling in vaine for helpe with pitious cries,
The spouse fast clips her husband in her armes,
In whose sad brest his cold heart fainting dies,
Seeing the armed men before his eies,
Stand with bright swords in thicke tumultuous croud
At th’entrie doores, crying out with clamors loud.
423.
But th’English all, that neuer vse to liftTheir hands against a yeelding enemieBy nature milde, not proud of fortune’s gift,Did not insult vpon their miserie,But with milde hand did vse the victorie,And after fight they all abhorring blood,Did only tend the spoile of golden good.
But th’English all, that neuer vse to lift
Their hands against a yeelding enemie
By nature milde, not proud of fortune’s gift,
Did not insult vpon their miserie,
But with milde hand did vse the victorie,
And after fight they all abhorring blood,
Did only tend the spoile of golden good.
424.
Both the braue generals, by a strict commandAbout the towne, this mercie did proclaime,That none thenceforth should vse the force of hand,Nor offer wrong to any virgin dame,That would sweet beautie keepe from lustfull shame,Which vnreprou’d edict amongst all men,Through th’English host inuiolate hath been.
Both the braue generals, by a strict command
About the towne, this mercie did proclaime,
That none thenceforth should vse the force of hand,
Nor offer wrong to any virgin dame,
That would sweet beautie keepe from lustfull shame,
Which vnreprou’d edict amongst all men,
Through th’English host inuiolate hath been.
425.
Amongst the captiues not the basest mateWith any sad designe they vexed sore,The female sex vntoucht inuiolateDid freely passe with all that golden storeOf chaines, and gemmes which they about them bore,And all religious folke did find like grace,Free without ransome to depart the place.
Amongst the captiues not the basest mate
With any sad designe they vexed sore,
The female sex vntoucht inuiolate
Did freely passe with all that golden store
Of chaines, and gemmes which they about them bore,
And all religious folke did find like grace,
Free without ransome to depart the place.
426.
Thrice valiant victors, euer may my rimesSuruiue on earth, that in their life may liueThis famous conquest to all future times,That from the best, that for true praise do striue,All men to you the laurell wreath may giue,Which that milde mercie, which you then did show,Doth more deserue then conquest gainst the foe.
Thrice valiant victors, euer may my rimes
Suruiue on earth, that in their life may liue
This famous conquest to all future times,
That from the best, that for true praise do striue,
All men to you the laurell wreath may giue,
Which that milde mercie, which you then did show,
Doth more deserue then conquest gainst the foe.
427.
After the souldier had return’d from spoileLoaden with riches of the ransackt towne,To yeeld fit compensation to the toileOf each man’s paines, with fauour or renowne,The generals did each souldier’s merit crowne,And gaue to many a well deseruing wightThat noble order of true martiall knight.
After the souldier had return’d from spoile
Loaden with riches of the ransackt towne,
To yeeld fit compensation to the toile
Of each man’s paines, with fauour or renowne,
The generals did each souldier’s merit crowne,
And gaue to many a well deseruing wight
That noble order of true martiall knight.
428.
That noble order, which in antique timeIn top of fame’s high tower tooke chiefest place,To which by vertue valour’s steps did clime;Was then no base mind’s meed, that nere had graceT’ensue fame’s feeting in true vertue’s race;Though now the aged world to dotage growne,This noble order scarce is truly knowne.
That noble order, which in antique time
In top of fame’s high tower tooke chiefest place,
To which by vertue valour’s steps did clime;
Was then no base mind’s meed, that nere had grace
T’ensue fame’s feeting in true vertue’s race;
Though now the aged world to dotage growne,
This noble order scarce is truly knowne.
429.
But now to sing the spoile and last decayOf that faire towne by her owne folke forlorne,The host all readie to depart away,Intending first in funerall flames to burneHer fatall pride, and all her pompe oreturne,Did in thicke concourse cluster to confound,Her high top towers and eu’n them with the ground.
But now to sing the spoile and last decay
Of that faire towne by her owne folke forlorne,
The host all readie to depart away,
Intending first in funerall flames to burne
Her fatall pride, and all her pompe oreturne,
Did in thicke concourse cluster to confound,
Her high top towers and eu’n them with the ground.
430.
In number like the golden flowers in spring,In forme like furies of the Stygian caue:The souldiers high on houses tops do flingTheir burning brands, and round do range and raue,To burie that faire towne in ashie graue,While hungrie flames borne vp on golden wings,Flies through the aire, and far their splendor flings.
In number like the golden flowers in spring,
In forme like furies of the Stygian caue:
The souldiers high on houses tops do fling
Their burning brands, and round do range and raue,
To burie that faire towne in ashie graue,
While hungrie flames borne vp on golden wings,
Flies through the aire, and far their splendor flings.
431.
Then the faire wals inricht with painting’s grace,And portals proud of gold are all cast downe,Sterne Mulciber in his bright armes embraceDoth graspe the towres, and on th’inflamed towneThrough rolling clouds of smoake doth sternely frowne;Whose fierce fiers climing houses far away,By foes are seene to worke the towne’s decay.
Then the faire wals inricht with painting’s grace,
And portals proud of gold are all cast downe,
Sterne Mulciber in his bright armes embrace
Doth graspe the towres, and on th’inflamed towne
Through rolling clouds of smoake doth sternely frowne;
Whose fierce fiers climing houses far away,
By foes are seene to worke the towne’s decay.
432.
Thus burnt Spaine’s Cadiz fam’d for that faire place,Where great Alcides, when his sword did tameThe triple Gerion borne of tyrant’s race,Did fixe his pillars t’eternize his name,Withne plus vltragrauen on the same;Thus did it burne captiu’d in English yoke,And all her fame lay stifled in the smoke.
Thus burnt Spaine’s Cadiz fam’d for that faire place,
Where great Alcides, when his sword did tame
The triple Gerion borne of tyrant’s race,
Did fixe his pillars t’eternize his name,
Withne plus vltragrauen on the same;
Thus did it burne captiu’d in English yoke,
And all her fame lay stifled in the smoke.
433.
After the spoile, exchange of captiues madeFor those, that Spaine had long captiu’d before,Each souldier’s prize aboard the fleet conuei’d,Leauing the towne despoil’d of all her store,All made returne vnto the ships at shore;At whose depart such after-signe was seene,As had before at their arriuall been.
After the spoile, exchange of captiues made
For those, that Spaine had long captiu’d before,
Each souldier’s prize aboard the fleet conuei’d,
Leauing the towne despoil’d of all her store,
All made returne vnto the ships at shore;
At whose depart such after-signe was seene,
As had before at their arriuall been.
434.
Recorded by the Author then present.
For hoysing saile at sea, loe as beforeVpon the Arke a doue her flight did stay,With which departing from th’Iberian shore,She from the same departed not away;But kept her station till that happie day,That all the fleet did with the compleat hoastArriue in triumph on the English coast.
For hoysing saile at sea, loe as before
Vpon the Arke a doue her flight did stay,
With which departing from th’Iberian shore,
She from the same departed not away;
But kept her station till that happie day,
That all the fleet did with the compleat hoast
Arriue in triumph on the English coast.
435.
Thus when vponElizae’sroyall brow,Time’s honor’d age in print had set his signe,Euen then her arme Spaine’s stiffened pride did bowAnd when her youthfull daies did most decline,Then did the King of heau’n to her assigneThe euer youthfull wreath of sacred bay,In signe of triumph to her liue’s last day.
Thus when vponElizae’sroyall brow,
Time’s honor’d age in print had set his signe,
Euen then her arme Spaine’s stiffened pride did bow
And when her youthfull daies did most decline,
Then did the King of heau’n to her assigne
The euer youthfull wreath of sacred bay,
In signe of triumph to her liue’s last day.
436.
The vtmost kingdomes canopi’d of skie,Did beare record of her triumphant fame,The vastest ocean, that did farthest lie,With each small creeke and hauen in the same,Did then resound the praises of her name:Which to her friend’s defence, her foemen feare,Her crosse-crown’d fleet about the world did beare.
The vtmost kingdomes canopi’d of skie,
Did beare record of her triumphant fame,
The vastest ocean, that did farthest lie,
With each small creeke and hauen in the same,
Did then resound the praises of her name:
Which to her friend’s defence, her foemen feare,
Her crosse-crown’d fleet about the world did beare.
437.
For all sea-bordering townes, that subiect wereVnto the crowne of Rome-supporting Spaine,Who high their breasts aboue the wanes did beare,Did tremble to behold the crookt stern’d traineOf English ships still floating on the maine;For towards the sea’s greene bounds they often bore,And many townes destroy’d vpon the shore.
For all sea-bordering townes, that subiect were
Vnto the crowne of Rome-supporting Spaine,
Who high their breasts aboue the wanes did beare,
Did tremble to behold the crookt stern’d traine
Of English ships still floating on the maine;
For towards the sea’s greene bounds they often bore,
And many townes destroy’d vpon the shore.
438.
Anno eodem 38.
RenownedCliffordon the fruitfull deepeLike Joue-borne Perseus, that illustrate knight,In his swift Pegasus, the seas did sweepe,And after many a prize surpriz’d in fight,To make the land record his powerfull might,He at that time with his triumphant host,Got noble conquest on the Indian coast.
RenownedCliffordon the fruitfull deepe
Like Joue-borne Perseus, that illustrate knight,
In his swift Pegasus, the seas did sweepe,
And after many a prize surpriz’d in fight,
To make the land record his powerfull might,
He at that time with his triumphant host,
Got noble conquest on the Indian coast.
439.
Fortune with fame his high attempts did crowne,And his dread name the foes with feare did fright,SaintIohn de Porta Ricothat strong towne,And her faire castle, which did seeme in sightImpregnable gainst all assaults in fight,His hands to heapes of fruitlesse dust did burne,And with her spoile he home did safe returne.
Fortune with fame his high attempts did crowne,
And his dread name the foes with feare did fright,
SaintIohn de Porta Ricothat strong towne,
And her faire castle, which did seeme in sight
Impregnable gainst all assaults in fight,
His hands to heapes of fruitlesse dust did burne,
And with her spoile he home did safe returne.
440.
The valiant English still did worke much woeVnto the foemen both on seas and land,Elizastill did triumph ore the foe,And day by day vpon the English strandArriu’d rich prize surpriz’d by force of hand,Whereby th’Iberian folke made poore and bare,In heart did curse the causer of the warre.
The valiant English still did worke much woe
Vnto the foemen both on seas and land,
Elizastill did triumph ore the foe,
And day by day vpon the English strand
Arriu’d rich prize surpriz’d by force of hand,
Whereby th’Iberian folke made poore and bare,
In heart did curse the causer of the warre.
441.
But leaue we heere of forren deeds to sing,And turne we home at sound of those alarms,Which on thy shores, O England, high did ring;And let vs waile, alas, the wofull harmes,Which did befall that valiant man of armes,Who after all his glorie and renowne,Beneath too hard a fate felt fortune’s frowne.
But leaue we heere of forren deeds to sing,
And turne we home at sound of those alarms,
Which on thy shores, O England, high did ring;
And let vs waile, alas, the wofull harmes,
Which did befall that valiant man of armes,
Who after all his glorie and renowne,
Beneath too hard a fate felt fortune’s frowne.
442.
Tyronethat traytor, from whose treacherieThe first chiefe cause of his annoy did spring,Disloyall toElizae’smaiestie;Had now begun to set the war on wingOn th’Irish coast, whose townes and plaines did ringWith sad report of bloodie actions done,By the bold rebels and the baseTyrone.
Tyronethat traytor, from whose treacherie
The first chiefe cause of his annoy did spring,
Disloyall toElizae’smaiestie;
Had now begun to set the war on wing
On th’Irish coast, whose townes and plaines did ring
With sad report of bloodie actions done,
By the bold rebels and the baseTyrone.
443.
An. Reg. 41.
Tidings whereof to England’s rockie bound,Borne ore the ocean’s backe on wings of winde,The shores with Mars his rugged voice did sound,And nobleEssexgenerall was assign’dTo crosse the fruitfull deepe, whose honor’d mindeDid wing him forward with desire of fame,On earth to purchase an immortall name.
Tidings whereof to England’s rockie bound,
Borne ore the ocean’s backe on wings of winde,
The shores with Mars his rugged voice did sound,
And nobleEssexgenerall was assign’d
To crosse the fruitfull deepe, whose honor’d minde
Did wing him forward with desire of fame,
On earth to purchase an immortall name.
444.
Yet towards the coast when he this iourney tooke,The king of flames that with delight did crowneAll that faire day before, did change his looke,The heau’ns did thunder loud, the clouds did frowne,And in the way Joue cast pale lightning downe,Presaging sad euent of things to come,Which tooke effect at his returning home.
Yet towards the coast when he this iourney tooke,
The king of flames that with delight did crowne
All that faire day before, did change his looke,
The heau’ns did thunder loud, the clouds did frowne,
And in the way Joue cast pale lightning downe,
Presaging sad euent of things to come,
Which tooke effect at his returning home.
445.
At his returning home, when his deare dameThe greatEliza, with maiesticke frowneGan change milde looks, when fortune foe to fameDid turne her wheele about, and hurring downeHis towring state, all hope of life did drowneIn death’s deepe waues, whose most vntimely endBoth heau’n and earth lamenting did befriend.
At his returning home, when his deare dame
The greatEliza, with maiesticke frowne
Gan change milde looks, when fortune foe to fame
Did turne her wheele about, and hurring downe
His towring state, all hope of life did drowne
In death’s deepe waues, whose most vntimely end
Both heau’n and earth lamenting did befriend.
446.
For that blacke morne, when he without appallTo lose his life vnto the blocke was led,The sunne in heau’n, as for his Phaeton’s fall,In sable clouds did hide his golden hed,And from so sad a sight away he fled;While wofull heau’n with dolefull teares sent downe,For his sad fall the world in woe did drowne.
For that blacke morne, when he without appall
To lose his life vnto the blocke was led,
The sunne in heau’n, as for his Phaeton’s fall,
In sable clouds did hide his golden hed,
And from so sad a sight away he fled;
While wofull heau’n with dolefull teares sent downe,
For his sad fall the world in woe did drowne.
447.
He being dead, being dead, alas, and gone,That hopefull lord, hightMountioy, did succeedAs generall in the warre againstTyrone;To whom all-seeing Joue tooke speciall heed,And did direct his hand in euery deed,Who would not haueElizae’svnstain’d praise,Distain’d by rebels in her aged daies.
He being dead, being dead, alas, and gone,
That hopefull lord, hightMountioy, did succeed
As generall in the warre againstTyrone;
To whom all-seeing Joue tooke speciall heed,
And did direct his hand in euery deed,
Who would not haueElizae’svnstain’d praise,
Distain’d by rebels in her aged daies.
448.
For what hath she in her affaires decreed,Euen to her royall liue’s last breathing space,In which Joue did not euer grace her deed,Yea now when ripe yeares rugged prints had placeVpon the fore-front of her princely face,Then did her gratious God with compleat praise,Perfect the vpshot of her aged daies.
For what hath she in her affaires decreed,
Euen to her royall liue’s last breathing space,
In which Joue did not euer grace her deed,
Yea now when ripe yeares rugged prints had place
Vpon the fore-front of her princely face,
Then did her gratious God with compleat praise,
Perfect the vpshot of her aged daies.
449.
Anno eodem 42.Grimestonein his translation of the booke of the warres of the Netherlands.
The happie Belgians on the marine coast,In a pight field against a prince of name,In person fighting 'midst his royall host,Did purchase conquest, captiues, gold and fame,By th’only aid which fromElizacame:Without whose helpe on which their hopes did build,All had been lost, the foes had won the field.
The happie Belgians on the marine coast,
In a pight field against a prince of name,
In person fighting 'midst his royall host,
Did purchase conquest, captiues, gold and fame,
By th’only aid which fromElizacame:
Without whose helpe on which their hopes did build,
All had been lost, the foes had won the field.
450.
For when the Austrian prince on Newport Sands,After the slaughter of the valiant Scot,Had giuen charge vpon the aduerse bands,When by thicke volleyes of their murdring shot,Many stout men had drawne death’s fatall lot;Then many Belgians fainting fled away,And left their friends to win or lose the day.
For when the Austrian prince on Newport Sands,
After the slaughter of the valiant Scot,
Had giuen charge vpon the aduerse bands,
When by thicke volleyes of their murdring shot,
Many stout men had drawne death’s fatall lot;
Then many Belgians fainting fled away,
And left their friends to win or lose the day.
451.
'Mongst whom the English chiefely did sustaineThe furious brunt of that important fight,Where many worthie men were helplesse slaine,Who rather chose to make that day the nightOf death’s approch, then turne their backs for flight;Who all had fallen by death without remorse,Had not theVeresrenew’d their fainting force.
'Mongst whom the English chiefely did sustaine
The furious brunt of that important fight,
Where many worthie men were helplesse slaine,
Who rather chose to make that day the night
Of death’s approch, then turne their backs for flight;
Who all had fallen by death without remorse,
Had not theVeresrenew’d their fainting force.
452.
For the bold brothers both the valiantVeres,Deepe wounds did purchase to regaine the day,The one breath’d comfort in the souldiers eares,While th’other through the foes with violent swayOf his horse troopes did force a dreadfull way,Through which the Belgians that before had fled,Might ’gainst the fainting foes againe make head.
For the bold brothers both the valiantVeres,
Deepe wounds did purchase to regaine the day,
The one breath’d comfort in the souldiers eares,
While th’other through the foes with violent sway
Of his horse troopes did force a dreadfull way,
Through which the Belgians that before had fled,
Might ’gainst the fainting foes againe make head.
453.
The foemen fled, the ground was stro’d with harmesOf their mishap, their duke fled fast away,Leauing his horse of honour and his armesVnto the victors to remaine for ay,As signes of conquest and that glorious day,Which byElizae’sauxilarie traine,Then agents there the Belgians did obtaine.
The foemen fled, the ground was stro’d with harmes
Of their mishap, their duke fled fast away,
Leauing his horse of honour and his armes
Vnto the victors to remaine for ay,
As signes of conquest and that glorious day,
Which byElizae’sauxilarie traine,
Then agents there the Belgians did obtaine.
454.
Thus to the life of our triumphant dameTime in her reigne no yeere did multiplie,Which fortune did not dignifie with fame,Or praise of some illustrate victorie;’Gainst Rome, ’gainst Spaine, or th’Austrian enemie,’Gainst whom that houre that she expir’d her breath,She di’d victorious in the armes of death.
Thus to the life of our triumphant dame
Time in her reigne no yeere did multiplie,
Which fortune did not dignifie with fame,
Or praise of some illustrate victorie;
’Gainst Rome, ’gainst Spaine, or th’Austrian enemie,
’Gainst whom that houre that she expir’d her breath,
She di’d victorious in the armes of death.
455.
Anno Reg. 43, 44.
For when the Austrian duke with his proud hoast,Atrides-like laid siege to little Troy,And by a solemne vow did vainely boast,Not to depart vntill he did destroyThat English towne; yet to his owne annoy,He there did lie while th’horses of the sunne,Their yeare’s race thrice about the heauen had runne.
For when the Austrian duke with his proud hoast,
Atrides-like laid siege to little Troy,
And by a solemne vow did vainely boast,
Not to depart vntill he did destroy
That English towne; yet to his owne annoy,
He there did lie while th’horses of the sunne,
Their yeare’s race thrice about the heauen had runne.
456.
For England’sHectorand his valiant brother,That time’s youngTroylusdid the duke appall,And his best hopes in blood and dust did smother;Yea many a thousand at that siege did fallIn death’s blacke graue before the towne’s strong wall,Which while the Belgian patronesse did liue,Vnto the foes in fight the foile did giue.
For England’sHectorand his valiant brother,
That time’s youngTroylusdid the duke appall,
And his best hopes in blood and dust did smother;
Yea many a thousand at that siege did fall
In death’s blacke graue before the towne’s strong wall,
Which while the Belgian patronesse did liue,
Vnto the foes in fight the foile did giue.
457.
And as our queene in forraine-bred debate,From hence to heauen victorious tooke her flight,So here at home before her liue’s last date,Triumphant sounds of belles the starres did smite,And bright bon-fiers the darkesome euen did lightWith gladsome flames for worthy victorie,Atchieu’d against the Irish enemie.
And as our queene in forraine-bred debate,
From hence to heauen victorious tooke her flight,
So here at home before her liue’s last date,
Triumphant sounds of belles the starres did smite,
And bright bon-fiers the darkesome euen did light
With gladsome flames for worthy victorie,
Atchieu’d against the Irish enemie.
458.
An. eodem.
Yea, when the hand of vnremorsefull fate,Had euen spun out the thred of her liue’s clew,Tyron, that long disturber of her state,With shame of his offence remorsefull grew,And on his knees did then for mercie sue:That dying, she might say with vading breath,I left no foes vnuanquisht at my death.
Yea, when the hand of vnremorsefull fate,
Had euen spun out the thred of her liue’s clew,
Tyron, that long disturber of her state,
With shame of his offence remorsefull grew,
And on his knees did then for mercie sue:
That dying, she might say with vading breath,
I left no foes vnuanquisht at my death.
459.
But woe, alas, the dust-borne pompe of earth,Made thrall to death, returnes to dust againe;All vnder heauen, that haue their beeing and breathOf nature’s gift, no longer doe remaine,Then nature doth their brittle state sustaine,The prince and swaine to death are both alike,No ods are found when he with dart doth strike.
But woe, alas, the dust-borne pompe of earth,
Made thrall to death, returnes to dust againe;
All vnder heauen, that haue their beeing and breath
Of nature’s gift, no longer doe remaine,
Then nature doth their brittle state sustaine,
The prince and swaine to death are both alike,
No ods are found when he with dart doth strike.
460.
For I, that whilome sung with cheerefull breathHer roiall reigne, whose like no age hath seene,Now cannot sing; but weepe to thinke how death,All pitilesse of what before had beene,Did rob poore England of so rich a queene;And if I sing, I must in my sad song,Exclaime on death for doing vs such wrong.
For I, that whilome sung with cheerefull breath
Her roiall reigne, whose like no age hath seene,
Now cannot sing; but weepe to thinke how death,
All pitilesse of what before had beene,
Did rob poore England of so rich a queene;
And if I sing, I must in my sad song,
Exclaime on death for doing vs such wrong.
461.
For doing vs such wrong to dim the lightOf England’s virgin glorie then decaid,Which, while heauen’s light the earth’s broade face shall smite,All virgins shall admire and still vpbraidThatTarquindeath, with death of such a maide:For her, whose virgin blood noTarquin’sstaine,Did euer taint, O death, thy dart hath slaine.
For doing vs such wrong to dim the light
Of England’s virgin glorie then decaid,
Which, while heauen’s light the earth’s broade face shall smite,
All virgins shall admire and still vpbraid
ThatTarquindeath, with death of such a maide:
For her, whose virgin blood noTarquin’sstaine,
Did euer taint, O death, thy dart hath slaine.
462.
Thursday.
That day shee di’d, which to her roiall sire,To greatPlantagenethath fatall been;That day, when fates did his sad death conspire:That day when his youngEdwarddead was seene,That day whenMaryleft to be a queene:That day from vs did ourElizagoe,That day, that tyrant death did worke our woe.
That day shee di’d, which to her roiall sire,
To greatPlantagenethath fatall been;
That day, when fates did his sad death conspire:
That day when his youngEdwarddead was seene,
That day whenMaryleft to be a queene:
That day from vs did ourElizagoe,
That day, that tyrant death did worke our woe.
463.
But why do we ’gainst death vse such complaint,Seeing not in youth, then short of yeares to crowneHer head with age, she di’de by death’s constraint,But ripe in yeares, and loaden with renowne;Made mellow for the graue, she lai’d her downe:And leauing earth that part, which earth had giuen,On faith’s strong wings she tooke her flight for heauen.
But why do we ’gainst death vse such complaint,
Seeing not in youth, then short of yeares to crowne
Her head with age, she di’de by death’s constraint,
But ripe in yeares, and loaden with renowne;
Made mellow for the graue, she lai’d her downe:
And leauing earth that part, which earth had giuen,
On faith’s strong wings she tooke her flight for heauen.
Heere Clio ceast, her lute no more did sound,But in a moment mounting from the ground,She vanisht from my sight, and with her fledThe place of pleasure which mine eyes had fed;With which all had been lost, if in minde,My dreame’s Idæa had not stai’d behinde.
Heere Clio ceast, her lute no more did sound,
But in a moment mounting from the ground,
She vanisht from my sight, and with her fled
The place of pleasure which mine eyes had fed;
With which all had been lost, if in minde,
My dreame’s Idæa had not stai’d behinde.