Another such a triumph: let us find
One moment as sufficing us to come,
To conquer, and destroy them. Grant it me,
Kind fate! and let us crown’d with laurels home
Our wealthy Thames again returning see.”
He spoke, and spread his sails. With swimming prows
Opening the waves, they follow him elate,
[Conquerors of winds and waves.] With dauntless brow
The Spaniards view them, and in calmness wait,
Contemning their fierce arrogance, and high